There's Junior. He has just come home from school. Jeanne overcooked the potatoes and had to go out and get another bag. His dinner is late. He greets her with a cheek kiss and says "Your hair is tangled."

Only on the first day was there any music in her flat. She put something on briefly after dinner and even sung along lowly. There have been no other sounds, not from a record, the radio, or from neighbors, and very little speaking, not with her son or her johns. She is very sensory deprived. Very much alone in her own mind.