Enjoying The Bouquet While Resisting The Wine."

I Can Hear Them On The Floor Below. They Will Find Me In Miuntes, Or Seconds. I Scrawl The Words On A Dirty Shred Of Newsprint. They Are Nearly Illegible, But If He Finds Them, He Will Understand: 'not Fast Enough. Love You Love Jamie. Don't Go Home' Not Only Do I Break Their Hearts, I Steal Their Refuge, Too. I Picture Our Little Canyon Abandoned, As It Must Be Forever Now. Or If Not Abandoned, A Tomb.

Sometimes I Wondered If I Was Seeing The Same Things Through My Eyes That The Rest Of The World Was Seeing Through Theirs. Maybe There Was A Glitch In My Brain.

Hey, Rosalie? Do You Know How To Drown A Blonde? Stick A Mirror To The Bottom Of A Pool.

After A Few Decades, Everyone You Know Will Be Dead. Problem Solved.

Some Of The Memories Were Not Clear - -dim Human Memories, Seen Through Weak Eyes And Heard Through Weak Ears: The First Time I'd Seen His Face... The Way It Felt When He'd Held Me In The Meadow... The Sound Of His Voice Through The Darkness Of My Faltering Consciousness When He'd Save Me From James... His Face As He Waited Under A Canopy Of Flowers To Marry Me... Every Precious Moment On The Island... His Cold Hands Touching Our Baby Through My Skin.