The Most Important Aspect Of Any Story,

[everyone Needs] A Woman Who'll Listen, Take Your Side, Tell The Truth - Or Not, As You Need It. A Woman You Can Count On, No Matter What, And Who'll Love You No Matter How Much You Screw Up.

I Hope That's True, Because I Figured Out Why I'd Never Finished It, What I Was Waiting For. I Was Waiting For You, Clare. For Them. For Us. I Want To Finish It Up For You, For Them, For Us.

She Gazed Toward The Marsh That Grew Thicker, Deeper, Greener With Approaching Summer. Mosquitoes Whined In There, Breeding In The Dark Water. Alligators Slid Through It, Silent Death. It Was A Place Where Snakes Could Slither And Bogs Could Suck The Shoe Right Off Your Foot. And It Was A Place, She Thought, That Went Bright And Beautiful With The Twinkling Of Fireflies, Where Wildflowers Thrived In The Shade And The Stingy Light. Where An Eagle Could Soar Like A King. There Was No Beauty Without Risk. No Life Without It.

If That Isn't Typical Male Stupidity! If Something Doesn't Work, Kick It Or Swear At It!

That's Possible To Likely. We're Involved, You And Me. I'm Telling You What I'm Going To Do Because I Figure When People Are Involved, When They Matter, They Tell Each Other.