He didn’t see me, light in his eyes. Blazing. It was him, surely. I couldn’t look! Saw and turned to the right fast, denying my short breath and looking cool until my heart could break. Headed for museum. Goddesses. My heart! Still quopping. Think goddesses, cream curves of stone. Cold. Didn’t look. Pockets. Looked for something. Kibbutz, where did I? Potato, soap. Need to get her lotion. Then safe! Safe. Is it? Afternoon, she said. In the afternoon. Almost certain. Yes it is. Yes, that. Not see. Get on.