When You Stood Between Somebody You Loved

They Were Bound For College, Husbands, Child-rearing, Unhappiness Only Dimly Perceived- Bound, In Other Words, For Life.

Every Letter Was A Love Letter.

It Was Possible To Feel Superior To Other People And Feel Like A Misfit At The Same Time.

Where Else Would She Feel More Comfortable Than In This Subterranean Realm Where People Wrote Down What They Couldn't Say, Where They Gave Voice To Their Most Shameful Longings And Knowledge?

We Listened To Them, But It Was Clear They'd Received Too Much Therapy To Know The Truth.