Saturday morning was their unrestricted television time, and they usually took advantage of it to watch a series of cartoon shows that would certainly have been impossible before the discovery of LSD.

And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self.

No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.

I'm quite sure more people fake an awful lot of everyday human contact. I just fake all of it." --Dexter

And so as much as I can, I care about her, dear Deborah. It's probably not love, but I would rather she were happy.

I waved to everybody. Some of them even waved back. They knew me, had seen me go by before, always cheerful, a big hello for everybody. He was such a nice man. Very friendly. I can’t believe he did those horrible things . . .

After a long moment I closed the freezer door. I wanted to lie down and press my cheek against the cool linoleum. Instead I reached out with my little finger and flipped the Barbie's head. It went thack thack against the door. I flipped it again. Thack thack. Whee. I had a new hobby.