She wanted to wake up like Dorothy and see Michael's face peering over the side of the bed, laughing. WHY, YOU JUST HIT YOUR HEAD. But it was not a dream and there was no Kansas and he was never coming back.

she was such a bad actress. she never said her lines rite, it was something perverse in her nature. and wat was her line anyway?

You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you

The nearest I'd come to feeling anything like God was the plan blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray to that?

We have no home, she told me. I am your home.

And if there is no god? You act as if there is, and it's the same thing.

She was starting to think there might be such a thing as karma - that repetition - maybe you lived through the same thing over and over until you stopped caring. Maybe eventually it got less intense, until it was just nothing.