Only wings evade death. Neruda says so.' As he turns the page he looks at Zara and makes his bright blue eyes big. 'And Neruda knows.' He reaches for his pipe.
Zara stares at him for some time. 'Was he a friend of God?'
Who? Neruda?'
Yes.'
He may have been, I'm not sure, petite. For all we know he may even have been God.
