there seems a limitless wishing when i glance in her direction , the direction ( through the wall ) of the guest bedroom and wonder if she is dreaming now , and if she is happy in her dreams , and whether her motherthat stubborn old woman , she calls her , as if she were still aliveis claiming her attention in death in dream ; yes , i wonder and worry , though worry is not the right word either , its not like i agonize , but i am concerned and i do care ; solicitous , perhaps thats what i am , solicitous , i care , thats what i do , i care about her .