“He frowned as he struggled to remember. It was like watching an elephant crochet.”
“the elephant can remember.”
“Mussolini?” Leo frowned. “Wasn’t he like BFFs with Hitler?”
“Ella is nervous,” the harpy muttered from her perch on the railing. “The elephant. The elephant is watching Ella.”
“Sometimes he felt her watching him in return. Studying him. Once he heard her breathing stop, then start then stop again. 'What is it?' he asked, and she frowned a little. I'm trying to breathe with you.”
“Why, he wondered, should he remember her suddenly, on such a day, watching the rain falling on the apple trees?”