When my hand brushed her face when I was trying to pick her up not one smudge of it got on my skin. But instead, he began to laugh. I can’t even explain how good she looked, like a statue that you see in museums, only alive. I just wanted to be out of the car and by myself again. I’ll send a couple of messages once I’m done writing this. I couldn’t move or do aught else but breathe, as the fire pulsed, back and forth, finally settling in my fanny and it made me come, helplessly, again and again and again. Then I returned, hoping Enid was still asleep, only to hear her panicked voice calling my name. But here she was, fully dressed except for her boots and socks, tilted back in the chair with her feet propped on the windowsill. And why do you think so, she asked. I’m bored. 17th April:
Day started off bad and got worse.
