Who Knows Where the Time Goes?
That night Telemakhe could hear her father privately sobbing in his room. He missed Odysseus. Since Telemakhe could remember, she would awake nights to hear this sound. She felt that she must be missing much for her beloved father to continue expressing his loss these many years. What love, what tenderness, remained outside of her life by the absence of her mother?
Throughout the night Telemakhe awoke and awoke, observing the stars in their movement. All too soon she could see the pink fingertips of Dawn caress the horizon.