True Love Comes Quietly, Without Banners Or

Her Handwriting Was Curious — Small Sharp Little Letters With No Capitals (who Did She Think She Was, E. E. Cummings?).

The Pain Of Not Knowing What To Do Was Exceeded Only By That Of Knowing What I Had Done.

Something May Have Been Lost In Translation, But It Certainly Wasn't Love

What Term Do You Employ When You Speak Of Your Progenitor?" I Answered With The Term I'd Always Wanted To Employ. "sonovabitch." "to His Face?" She Asked. "i Never See His Face." "he Wears A Mask?" "in A Way, Yes. Of Stone. Of Absolute Stone.

There Was A Brief Silence. I Think I Heard Snow Falling.