I Think At This Point, Safety Isn't

On Monday They Went Out For A Private Picnic. On Tuesday They Went For A Carriage Drive. On Wednesday They Went To Pick Bluebells. On Thursday They Fished At The Lake, Returning With Damp Clothes And Sun-glazed Complexions, Laughing Together At A Joke They Didn't Share With Anyone Else. On Friday They Danced Together At An Impromptu Musical Evening, Looking So Well Matched One Of The Guests Remarked It Was A Pleasure To Watch Them. On Saturday Matthew Woke Up Wanting To Murder Someone.

Shock Is A Merciful Condition. It Allows You To Get Through Disaster With A Necessary Distance Between You And Your Feelings.

What Happened To Your Stammer?" "i Suppose I Must Feel Comfortable With You. I Tend To Stammer Less With Certain People." "no One's Ever Told Me That I'm A Comfortable Sort. I'm Sure I Don't Like It. I'll Have To Do Something Diabolical Soon To Correct Your Impression.

Mckenna Will Always Be A Part Of Me, No Matter Where He Goes. They Say That People Who've Lost A Limb Sometimes Feel As If They Still Have It. How Many Times I've Felt That Mckenna Was Still Here, And The Empty Space Beside Me Was Alive With His Presence." She Closed Her Eyes And Leaned Forward Until Her Forehead And The Tip Of Her Nose Touched The Cool Glass. "i Love Him Beyond Reason," She Whispered. "he's A Stranger To Me Now, And Yet He Is Still So Familiar. I Can't Imagine A Sweeter Agony, Having Him So Close.

...just A Little Touches Her And There. He Puts His Hands On Your Arms Or Back, He Stands Close To You, Getting You Used To Him... It's A Mating Ritual. Like March Of The Penguins.