Don't be scared...Women can handle the worst kind of pain. You'll find out one day.

And the voice grows stronger and stronger, and it’s my voice this time and it’s asking a question: How does she know?

Once the options increase, settling on one becomes harder.

Then the musical instruments appeared. Dad’s snare drum from the house, Henry’s guitar from his car, Adam’s spare guitar from my room. Everyone was jamming together, singing songs: Dad’s songs, Adam’s songs, old Clash songs, old Wipers songs. Teddy was dancing around, the blond of his hair reflecting the golden flames. I remember watching it all and getting that tickling in my chest and thinking to myself: This is what happiness feels like.

So are you moving on now? Is that what brought you to the grand metropolis of Valladolid?” “No. The wind just blew me here.” “What? Like a plastic bag?” “I prefer to think of myself as a ship. Like a sailboat.

You don’t share me. You own me.

Her hands were freezing, just like they always were, so I warmed them, just like I always did.