The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. Where are you? I would cry out in my mind. Where have you gone? Of course, there was never any answer.

Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.

Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.

KEEP CALM and HAVE A SUGAR CUBE

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

And once we reach the city, my stylist will dictate my look for the opening ceremonies tonight anyway. I just hope I get one who doesn't think nudity is the last word in fashion.

You've got to go through it to get to the end of it.