"Aria for Westward"

            (MRS. HO appears on a windswept street.  Crumpled newspapers and broken 

            umbrellas blow by.  MRS. HO carries her grandson, whom she shields from the 

            wind.  All is white and blackish.)

MRS. HO

Where is my son?

Where is my Westward?

Come back to me, son!

Come toward me, O Westward!

            (A blown twig slaps her in her face.)

            (Elsewhere, WESTWARD HO watches from his crystal ball.  He laughs, then 

            feels bad.)

            END OF “ARIA FOR WESTWARD.”

"Dissolution, Part VI"

MRS. HO

I was going to ask you to allow Westward---

MOCHA TCHOKHA ROSE

If you could find him---

MRS. HO

I was going to force you---

MOCHA TCHOKHA ROSE

’Glad you can’t---

MRS. HO

But . . .

MOCHA TCHOKHA ROSE

Why are you here?

MRS. HO

            (Pause)

I don’t know.

            (MRS. HO packs up her grandchild and walks somberly out of Panera Bread.   

            MOCHA TCHOKHA ROSE pulls out a laptop and begin to write.)

            (Elsewhere, WESTWARD HO watches, as through a crystal ball.)

            END OF “DISSOLUTION.”