Thursday, April 07, 2005


I try to imagine her getting the package, untying the string. Did she toss them away, or did she open the bag and take out a few pieces, and sit looking at them, as I might have done ? There is so much that likely will never be said between us. I saved her message on my answering machine for a long time, so surprised, I think, by the kindness and emotion in her voice. We don't know each other that well, really. I wonder about the little chocolate animals spilling out into her hand, if she knows how much I cared for him, because that is what I want her to know, isn't it ? How, because he wanted me to care, he would delight me by telling me stories about the two of them ?

Did we all want the same thing ?

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