I Must Keep My Head

You Can't Dispute The Ridiculous. You Can't Argue Reasonably With Evil.

That Was The Way Love Was, Invisible, There Whether Or Not You Wanted To See It Or Admit To It.

I Was Beginning To Understand.my Grandmother's Love Was Cold Because She Was Afraid Of Things;that Was Why Everything Had To Be Perfect.

She Was Disappearing A Little More Each Day, So Thin, So Frail, A Wisp Of Smoke. One Day She Would Surely Vanish Altogether, And There Was No Way To Stop Her.

Outside, The September Air Was Enticingly Fragrant, Yellow With Pollen And Rich, Lemony Sunlight.