At times he gets agitated. It's nothing I say (I say verylittle). It's his own story that does it. Memory is an oceanand he bobs on its surface. I worry that he'll want to stop.
But he wants to tell me his story. He goes on. After allthese years, Richard Parker still preys on his mind.
He's a sweet man. Every time I visit he prepares a SouthIndian vegetarian feast. I told him Hike spicy food............