““Bending over her bed, I saw the smile I must have seen when gaping up from the crib. Knowing death will come, sensing its onset, may be a fair price for consciousness. But looking at my sister, I wished she could have died by surprise, without ever knowing about death. Too late. Wendy said, “I am in three parts. Here on the left is red. That is pain. On the right is yellow. That is exhaustion. The rest is white. I don’t know yet what white is.””
