Episode 23 Letter 13

I’m in class now. I stare down at the bones in my hands. I think
forty pounds are now gone. I’ve been running lately. It is
solitude. It is nervous. They are so bony. I sit and search, trying
to find traces of my parents in them. So far I haven’t found
anything. But I will keep searching. Perhaps that is why my mom
wanted me to play the violin. So I'd use my hands, so I would think
about them. I remember the first time I found out I had them. I was
two years old. The second time it happened to me I was walking
through a hall at college with my brother. He said to me - “it's
the human touch.” After that I could not stop looking at them! I
called my mother crying! Later that night I imagined we spoke on
the phone that night and you’d ask me how my heart was doing and
I’d say, “ She’s fine. A little blustery.”