Her hand guides the pencil. The letters are strange, because she rarely has to write by hand. The most recent experience she has of writing belongs to Berihun Bekele. Bekele was taught to write in the strict style of mid-century British pedagogy, and his fingers are longer than hers, his skeleton and muscles filled with different tensions. She has an urge to form her capitals more precisely than she normally does, a twitching irritation at their clumsiness that straddles the ghost muttering of his consciousness and her own.