Walls

My head hurts.

Hmmmn, says George.

Yes.

Sorry,he replies, but I can’t 

help you there.  

Have you seen the statue?

What statue?

The statue, he says impatiently.  In the

middle of the courtyard.

I don’t go in the courtyard.

I suppose not.  You don’t

really go anywhere.

No.  Neither do you.

I’ve got the dolls with knives to 

worry about, he reminds me.  

What’s your excuse?

It’s not just the dolls, I answer. 

Everything has knives.