his ex
. alan didn't turn to face me rigt away .
he was talking with a woman i thought was familiar from the old days , but i couldn't place her . i did thinkshe was a mental health type . she was tall nd slender - to be candid , she was the kind of wan and skinny that makes sane people wonder about metabolic disorders- with frizzy hair that must have been a nightmare t manage .
her clothes loked , well . borrowed . none of the pieces she'd chosen were exctly somber , but she'd made enough of an effort at chosing murning attire that the resulting combination didn't stray too far beyond the boundaries of grief's zip code . she should have known better than to have worn so much mscara to a funeral , though .
talk about the trracks of her tears .
"alan , " i said . i whished be would have sensed that i was there .
he allowed the woman to finish a most-pedestrian thought about how much she would mis adrienn's laugh - i'd always appreciated alan's patience with people almost as much as i'd been frustrated by it - before he placed a hand on her wrist and said ," cassandra ? would you excuse me for a moment ?"
cassandra ? did not ring a bell . i rarely forgot names and faces . why couldn't identitify this woman ? i watched alan's shoulder broaden and his back expand he filled his lungs with air .e was steeling himself for a fresh gale of grief .
. alan didn't turn to face me rigt away .
he was talking with a woman i thought was familiar from the old days , but i couldn't place her . i did thinkshe was a mental health type . she was tall nd slender - to be candid , she was the kind of wan and skinny that makes sane people wonder about metabolic disorders- with frizzy hair that must have been a nightmare t manage .
her clothes loked , well . borrowed . none of the pieces she'd chosen were exctly somber , but she'd made enough of an effort at chosing murning attire that the resulting combination didn't stray too far beyond the boundaries of grief's zip code . she should have known better than to have worn so much mscara to a funeral , though .
talk about the trracks of her tears .
"alan , " i said . i whished be would have sensed that i was there .
he allowed the woman to finish a most-pedestrian thought about how much she would mis adrienn's laugh - i'd always appreciated alan's patience with people almost as much as i'd been frustrated by it - before he placed a hand on her wrist and said ," cassandra ? would you excuse me for a moment ?"
cassandra ? did not ring a bell . i rarely forgot names and faces . why couldn't identitify this woman ? i watched alan's shoulder broaden and his back expand he filled his lungs with air .e was steeling himself for a fresh gale of grief .
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