She Sees Things — Things That Might

I'm Just Here To Be Your Friend. Your Best Friend, One Last Time.

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.

He Looks At You Like... Like You're Something To Eat.

Silently, I Lifted My Doggy Bowl Off The Floor. Then, With A Quick, Powerful Flip Of My Wrist, I Threw It Into The Back Of Blondie’s Head So Hard That – With An Earsplitting Bang – It Smashed Flat Before It Ricocheted Across The Room And Snapped The Round Top Piece Off The Thick Newel Post At The Foot Of The Stairs.

Sometimes You Have To Learn To Love What's Good For You.