Even When I Look Straight

When Two People Are Meant To Be Together, They Will Be Together. It's Fate.

You Do Right By Me, I'll Show You A Life Most Suckers Can't Even Dream Of.

I Scan The Room. Catherine Is Writing Quickly, Her Light Brown Hair Falling Over Her Face. She Is Left-handed, And Because She Writes In Pencil Her Left Arm Is Silver From Wrist To Elbow.

... A Gaggle Of Old Ladies Is Glued To The Window At The End Of The Hall Like Children Or Jailbirds. They're Spidery And Frail, Their Hair As Fine As Mist. Most Of Them Are A Good Decade Younger Than Me, And This Astounds Me. Even As Your Body Betrays You, Your Mind Denies It.--there Are Five Of Them Now, White Headed Old Things Huddled Together And Pointing Crooked Fingers At The Glass.

I Think There Is Just A Vein Of Humanity That Really Loves Animals And Really Loves To Read About Them.