a box within a box within a box
It's nothing, he said, wresting it from her. Give it to me.
You think I'm stupid, she said, It's Anna--you think you can organize everything
and hide it--but I know, I see.
It's a misunderstanding, he said, holding her arms down. Hanna,
sit down, listen to me, I'll explain everything from the beginning to the
end-- I promise, everything.
He lunged for the box but my mother threw it down and kicked it across
the room. The sapphire and emerald dividers and the hundreds of white cards
spilled out, flew everywhere. I ran over to retrieve them and my father
Jonathan, I'm so sorry. Look, just go to your room. Please. I'll take
care of this.