The call was ended long before I realized it. I just held the phone still, kneeling on the bed. How could I describe my sorrow, even with the combination of twenty-six letters of the alphabet?
I failed. For the fi rst time, I hated to be a woman of words and images. The heard words had been knitted with the unheard words, and both had just been sewed into my nerves and my veins. The pattern was astronomical. The holes were galactic. And the words, the words, the words......were total ruins of the whole world.