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She was sitting by the window of the doctor's<br />
little laboratory in back<br />
of the patio behind his house. The light that<br />
filtered in through the<br />
window struck her shoulders and provided a<br />
faint sensation of warmth,<br />
so slight it was almost imperceptible. A<br />
chronic chill kept her from<br />
feeling warm, in spite of being covered with<br />
her heavy woolen<br />
bedspread. One of her greatest interests<br />
was still working on the<br />
bedspread each night, with yarn John had<br />
bought for her.<br />
Of the whole house, this was the place they<br />
both her. She could move<br />
them however she pleased, yet she didn't<br />
know what to do with them,<br />
other than knitting.<br />
She had never taken time to stop and think<br />
about these things.<br />
At her mother's, what she had to do with her<br />
hands was strictly<br />
determined, no questions asked. She had to<br />
get up, get dressed, get<br />
the fire going in the stove, fix breakfast, feed<br />
the animals, wash the<br />
dishes, make the beds, fix lunch, wash the<br />
dishes, iron the clothes,<br />
fix dinner, wash the dishes, day after day,<br />
year after year.<br />
Without pausing for a moment, without<br />
wondering if this was what she<br />
wanted. Now, seeing her hands no longer at<br />
her mother's command, she<br />
didn't know what to ask them to do, she had<br />
never decided for herself<br />
before. They could do anything or become<br />
anything.<br />
They could turn into birds and fly into the air!<br />
She would like them<br />
to carry her far away, as far as possible.<br />
Going to the window facing the patio, she<br />
raised her hands to heaven;<br />
she wanted to escape from herself, didn't<br />
want to think about making a<br />
choice, didn't want to talk again. She didn't<br />
want her words to shriek<br />
her pain.<br />
She yearned with all her soul to be borne off<br />
by her hands.<br />
She stood that way for a while, looking at the<br />
deep blue of the sky<br />
around her motionless hands. Tita thought<br />
the miracle was actually<br />
occurring when she saw her fingers turning<br />
into a thin cloud rising to<br />
the sky.<br />
She prepared to ascend drawn by a superior<br />
power, but nothing<br />
happened.<br />
Disappointed, she discovered that the smoke<br />
wasn't hers.<br />
It originated in a small room at the far end of<br />
the patio.<br />
Its chimney was emitting such a pleasant<br />
and familiar aroma that she<br />
opened the window to inhale it liked best.<br />
Tita had discovered it the<br />
week she arrived at Dr. Brown's. John,<br />
ignoring Mama Elena's order,<br />
had not put Tita in a madhouse but had<br />
taken her to live with him.<br />
Tita would never be able to thank him<br />
enough. In a madhouse she might<br />
have become truly insane. But here, with<br />
John's warmth toward her in<br />
word and manner, she felt better each day.<br />
Her arrival there was like<br />
a dream.