Strangeness. B came home in a hurry followed by a vague crowd of people. She was going to
jail. What was I going to do without her? She pressed
bus coupons into my hands, told me to sell them and send her the
money. They were worth $500 each.
So this morning I wake up and tell her, I don't want you to go away. I don't want you to get hit by a bus. I don't want you to decide not to come back.