No Blame, No Hate -

Well, That's Certainly... Adequate," I Told Him, Burying My Face In His Chest. I Knew Immediately I'd Picked The Wrong Word. "adequate?" He Took My Hand, Placed It On The Part In Question. It Immediately Began To Stir. He Moved My Hand On It, And I Obligingly Circled It With My Fingers. "this Is Adequate?" "maybe I Should Have Said It's A Gracious Plenty?" "a Gracious Plenty. I Like That," He Said.

‎should We Do This Now?" Pam Gave An Almost Inaudible Snort. She Was Smiling In The Glow Of The Streetlight, Suddenly Exhilarated. "you Waiting For An Engraved Invite?" Lord Save Me From Sarcastic Vampires.

Do I Look Like I Have Anything ?" I Asked Him, In A Reasonable Voice. He Looked As Unnerved As The Nurse Had. He Said, "sorry," And Backed Away. I Took A Step After Him. I Screamed, "i Have Nothing!" And Then I Said, In A Perfectly Calm Voice, "see, I Never Had Anything To Start With.

Okay," I Said. "i'd Hoped To Avoid This, But... Bill, I Rescind Your Invitation Into My House." Bill Began Walking Backward To The Door, A Helpless Look On His Face, And My Brush Still In His Hand. Eric Grinned At Him Triumphantly. "eric," I Said, And His Smile Faded. "i Rescind Your Invitation Into My House." And Backward He Went, Out My Door And Off My Porch. The Door Slammed Shut Behind (or Maybe In Front Of?) Them.

Trees Had Died To Make These Forms, And That Seemed A Great Pity To Me.