I want to make my mark in this place, to link from the gap of the year in which the flute player wanders, marking time exactly in his half circle. In the map this space takes the place of twelve o'clock but the clock has been turned here and reversed so that Noon is where three would be ("the month of renewal of the fire, Izcalli, comes out at the right point on the eastern horizon") and three where nine would be in my sister's story: "Instead of continuing back down the same horizon for the second half of the year, I continued around the directions, in the counterclockwise direction which in Mesoamerica is the preferred ceremonial circuit (even today)... [tracing] the move back south on the sunset horizon, rather than the sunrise horizon. This has the salutary (and unexpected) effect of placing the months centering on female deities in the west, the direction of women in Aztec thought." It is true that among us a clock's not a calendar and noon's no solstice, nonethless I wanted to mark what mirror-foot, the thorn-twin, saw as halfway home he awaited death's turning.