Later, in the bedroom, Sophia shows Lisa the pocket-watch that plays the delightful tune. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?” says Sophia.
“Yes … can you give it to me?”
Sophia lets out a soft sigh. “I can’t,” she says, apologetically, “It’s David’s”.
There is a pause. And then Lisa says, “I am not allowed to talk about him.”
“Why not?” Sophia asks, in a serious tone.
“Because he’s punished.”
“Why is he punished? Lisa doesn’t answer. “Do you know where he is?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“I won’t say anything … it’s very important Lisa.” Sophia gently pleads with her eyes. Lisa remains silent.
Sophia brushes back Lisa’s dress and strokes her knee. “Where is your scar?” she says to her sister.
“What scar?”
“The one that was here.”
“I don’t have a scar.”
“Yes, you do. A dog bit you when you were little."
“I don’t remember,” says Lisa.
