Three Minutes Before the Ceremony
She put her face in my neck and said, into my collar, so quietly that only I heard it:
“Is everyone mad at me?”
“No,” I said.
“Not one person.
Not one.”
Part Nine: The Corridor, Again
She put her face in my neck and said, into my collar, so quietly that only I heard it:
“Is everyone mad at me?”
“No,” I said.
“Not one person.
Not one.”
Part Nine: The Corridor, Again