Find Her.

"The children, they were eating."   
She raises her hand to her mouth.
"Something... I had. There were two people? Two."
The teacup tilts, both her hands are shaking.
Clearly, she says "Please don't spoil your shoes."

"I'm so silly, my husband... "
She rubs her leg, smooths her hair.
Tries to make the words come back.
By hitting them out of her head.

"We should help because,
because,
because,
we're bad if we don't."

She looks at me and lights a smile.
Gesturing, that way.
"I don't remember. When it's worst. I don't remember."
Crying.
When she remembers that she doesn't.


On arrival,
They ask the same questions I did for half an hour.
Her husband reports her missing.
And it's then, then, they know who she is.
They take her home in my coat.

Her hands were so cold.