1 March 2010
The Mad Hatter's Headstone
Roland is holding the baby.
Dewey Dell is flipping through his photo album.
“I can’t find her," he says.
Gustave strokes his arm with a feather from his hat, saying nothing at all.
“Who?" she asks.
The baby snores happily, without a care in the world.
“Her. I can’t find her," he says.
It’s a peacock feather. Green and blue and black.
“Who?" she asks.
Every page in the photo album is empty.
“My mother," he says.
“At least she isn’t a peacock," Gustave announces, bringing the discussion to a close.
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