Gretel, shut down in silence, desultorily pretended to study, briefly, any of a random sample of placards apparently arresting one or another adult. When grownups formed a hushed coven before one particular photo, she saw gestures for her to join. But, their phalanx creating for her no opening, she turned–and briskly, quickly, intently, strode away.

Later, beneath a high grey sky, as they stood before the Obbyfly, the Arch Patriarch Avram Solemn Man kneeled before her and reverently tapped the back and sides of her head, fixing her eyes with uncommon intensity.

Ritually, she pressed her magnetic headside switch.