Children In The Abstract, Had Never Appealed

Someone Has To Spread The Good News That We Survived.

Do You Really Have Any Idea How Important You Are To Me? Any Concept At All Of How Much I Love You?" He Pulled Me Tighter Against His Hard Chest, Tucking My Head Under His Chin. I Pressed My Lips Against His Snow-cold Neck. "i Know How Much I Love You," I Answered. You Compare One Small Tree To The Entire Forest." I Rolled My Eyes, But He Couldn't See. "impossible.

Because There Was Nothing More Terrifying To Me, More Excruciating, Than The Thought Of Turning Away From Him. It Was An Impossibility.

Some Of The Memories Were Not Clear - -dim Human Memories, Seen Through Weak Eyes And Heard Through Weak Ears: The First Time I'd Seen His Face... The Way It Felt When He'd Held Me In The Meadow... The Sound Of His Voice Through The Darkness Of My Faltering Consciousness When He'd Save Me From James... His Face As He Waited Under A Canopy Of Flowers To Marry Me... Every Precious Moment On The Island... His Cold Hands Touching Our Baby Through My Skin.

It Makes Me . . . Anxious . . . To Be Away From You.