Each Letter Has A Shape, She Told

He Could Hardly Imagine Anymore What His Life Would Be Without The Weight Of His Hidden Knowledge. He'd Come To Think Of It As A Kind Of Penance. It Was Self-destructive, He Could See That, But That Was The Way Things Were. People Smoked, They Jumped Out Of Airplanes, They Drank Too Much And Got Into Their Cars And Drove Without Seat Belts.

They Turned A Distracted Gaze On The World, Wide-eyed, Somehow, And Questioning.

This Was Her Life. Not The Life She Had Once Dreamed Of, Not A Life Her Younger Self Would Ever Have Imagined Or Desired, But The Life She Was Living, With All Its Complexities. This Was Her Life, Built With Care And Attention, And It Was Good.

All That Sunny Afternoon, Traveling North And East, Caroline Believed Absolutely In The Future. And Why Not? For If The Worst Had Already Happened To Them In The Eyes Of The World, Then Surely, Surely, It Was The Worst That They Left Behind Them Now.

My First Job Was In A Nursing Home - A Terrible Place In Retrospect. It Was In An Old House, And The Residents Were So Lonely. People Rarely Visited Them. I Only Stayed There A Couple Of Months, But It Made A Strong Impression On Me.