Sally...can no longer think of love as a reality, or even as a possibility, however remote.

Only her death could prove her innocence; a circle of impossible, deathly judgement.

My grandmother was overwhelmed by what was happening to us. She ahd moved back into the past because the here and the now was too terrible.

How could I tell the doctor what was wrong with me? I didn't understand it myself. I couldn't articulate the pain; it was the pain of nothingness. My fear was of the weather, the atmosphere, the very air. What good did safety tips do me now? 'Avoid water, metal objects, rooftops; stay off the telephone in a storm, don't think glass can protect you; even if a storm was 8 miles away, you're still not safe from a strike. Avoid life perhaps that was the answer. The number one safety tip, stay away from it all.

It was as though I had one map inside my head and it led to the man who was waiting for me. Someone who was alone - maybe even more alone - than I was.

Here's the thing about luck...you don't know if it's good or bad until you have some perspective.

Outside, the September air was enticingly fragrant, yellow with pollen and rich, lemony sunlight.