ory brings great beauty to life, but also great sadness, and Im not sure its a fair exc by a reading lamp.

    I so. I must get a new cusime.

    I reacake it, bony and fragile. It feels nice. Sco softly rub my finger. I do not speak until s days I sit in silence until t her.

    Minutes pass before surns to me. S. I take out a  ears. S me as I do so, and I wonder w shinking.

    quot;t iful story.quot;

    A ligo fall. Little drops tap gently on take  is going to be a good day, a very good day. A magical day. I smile, I cant .

    quot;Yes, it is,quot; I tell her.

    quot;Did you e it?quot; s he leaves.

    quot;Yes,quot; I answer.

    Surns tostand (nigable, small bedside table). tle cup. Mine too. Little pills, colors like a rainbo forget to take to  supposed to.

    quot;Ive  before,  I?

    quot;Yes,quot; I say again, just as I do every time on days like to be patient.

    Sudies my face. her eyes are as green as ocean waves.

    quot;It makes me feel less afraid,quot; she says.

    quot;I kno; I nod, rocking my ly.

    Surns a some more. Ser glass. It is on stand, next to takes a sip.

    quot;Is it a true story?quot; Ss up a little in akes anotill strong. quot;I mean, did you kno;

    quot;Yes,quot; I say again. I could say more, but usually I dont. Sill beautiful.

    S;ell, w;

    I ans;t for ;

    quot;?quot;

    I smile. quot;Youll kno; I say quietly, quot;by t;

    S knoo t t does not question me f