I Stare At Her For A Long

They Grew Fat And Happy--the Horses, Not The Children, Or Marlena For That Matter.

I Roll Onto My Side And Stare Out The Venetian Blinds At The Blue Sky Beyond. After A Few Minutes I'm Lulled Into A Sort Of Peace. The Sky, The Sky--same As It Always Was.

With A Secret Like That, At Some Point The Secret Itself Becomes Irrelevant. The Fact That You Kept It Does Not.

Life Goes On With Fragile Normalcy.

I Hate This Bizarre Policy Of Protective Exclusion, Because It Effectively Writes Me Off The Page.