|He often made mysterious remarks which she would
file away until the meaning became clear. "It came in the
mail, no return address," she said.
"You opened an unmarked box?"
"I thought it was from you." A gift to mark The
Night. Was that too much to infer from a small, haphazardly
"Well, at least it wasn't a bomb or anthrax or
worse." He shook it gently. The beads clicked against each
other. "You know what it is, don't you?"