Twenty-four: Bradley Endless I could hear the sound of soft singing. “Bluebells, dombey*, dombey shells, Eesy iver over. Charlie Chaplin went to France, To teach the ladies how to dance. First you heel and then you toe, And then you do big belly-o,** Big belly-o.” My vision was blurry slightly, but I knew the sound of the voice that was singing. I would have known the sound of the voice. It was Adelaide March. The mother of my child. The woman that I’d been in love with. That I had dreamed about for years even when I didn’t have my memories. I stood up and I saw Adelaide sitting with Tatiana. My daughter. Our daughter. “Adelaide….” Adelaide stopped singing and looked up abruptly at me. Tatiana looked over,