An enormous rush of it.

A thing arriving from outside and filling you up.

It was not like that at all.

It was recognition.

It was the most ordinary feeling I have ever had.

It was the feeling of looking at somebody you have known all your life.

There was no rush of anything and no revelation; there was a very small person approximately nine inches from my face whom I had apparently known for some considerable time and had simply not seen recently.

Then the second one, in the other arm, with Pilar’s hand under my elbow and a folded towel wedged in beside my hip to take the weight.