Forty-Eight Hours
That is all.
A five-year-old is quiet on a Tuesday evening, which is a thing that happens approximately every Tuesday evening in every house in this country.
I said, at the time, “Are you sleepy, baby?”
And she said, “Mm.”
Recordings thirty-three to ninety-one. Fourteen months.
She is slow.
Her sentences have a gap in the middle of them.
She looks off to the left of the camera before she answers, which I read for fourteen months as a child checking with an adult and which was a child trying to locate a question she had already been asked.