Exquisite, the hour when lightning tries to rouse the night in Arizona. Cacti remain aloof, there is no moon. While on the other side of Time, a golden princess plays with her macaw. Red feathers bright against her skin, against her green ribbon, her pale flesh-coloured dress. Such warmth in the air, such heat; her bare arms glisten. The macaw has learned to answer back in Latin. In Latin. Can you believe it? Outside her window, a panther waits for its chance.