Minshall the Younger, from ever since the time of River and Callaloo, and The Golden Calabash, has got word of Minshall the Elder’s withdrawal from the Mas. Deeply troubled by the news, the younger Minshall travels through time and space to seek out the older Minshall, to find out what is the matter. They spend the entire Ash Wednesday afternoon of 2009 reminiscing, talking about the good times, the bad times, backwards and forwards, over the years. The young Minshall tells the story about his older self, himself talking to himself.
It had been a long afternoon and we were both weary. My penultimate question would cause pain and discomfort. I felt like an Inquisitor.
“You have been sitting in the wings for three years.” I said. “You have not said a word. You have been looking on in silence. Tell us. What do you see in the Carnival of today?”
He seemed suddenly apprehensive, fearful, like a man standing at the edge of a high cliff. There was a long moment of silence. Then he leapt.