““I’ve come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I’m not kidding, it’s over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. She pulls her hair up and piles it on top of her head- she lets her eyes look at my eyes- then she drops her hair and lets it fall down in front of her face. We go to bed and I hold her speechlessly from the back my arm around her neck I touch her wrists and her hands feel up to her elbows no further.””
