My friend in England talked most often of her transcendent birthday, her very last, but she was in her eighties when I met her. She had a heart attack, and I was with her in a very long and lucid dream. I saw her on the guerney. She sent me back to an office to get some papers and to tell the people there that the matter was of little consequence.

I went, but when I went to take the subway, I had only foreign coins and foreign paper notes. By the countries I could see that they had been saved from the road either to or from China. I don't remember ever seeing them before, but they had my mother's name and address on them, so I knew there was to be a WWII BOOK--the road to india, the road home..