On the night that Helen was camped by the lake and Clara was camped at the mountain club hut -- yes I was beginning to tell time in this way -- at dinner Marthia said (as if it had no import), that her father was hoping that I would take her to the opening of the faculty exhibition where he was exhibiting a kinetic sculpture in which the movement of her toy sand shovel and bucket of sand activated the unusual timekeeping of an hourglass. "Over and over again" in Marthia's words.
"Yes. but don't you want to go with Liz?" I asked.
"Liz has moved back to New York", Marthia informed me.