Into the Woods
“Andrews 16 None So Blind . I didn't want to wallow in self-pity after Winston's death. It seemed to me a selfish way to be. but I was more convinced than ever that everyone I cared for or who cared for me suffered some cruel fate. Surely this proved it was some sort of curse I brought along into every relationship. I was a Typhoid Mary. I carried the disease. but I didn't get it.
There was still my mother, of course, but that didn't mean she was exempt. In time I couldn't help believing that so...mething terrible would happen to her, too, and all because of me. I didn't tell anyone about these thoughts. They came to me again and again, especially during Winston's funeral. In church. when I looked around at the people in attendance. I was sure I saw the accusations in their granite faces. They were staring at me too hard and too angrily: and nodding at me. I imagined a wave of long, sharp forefingers pointed in my direction.
Maybe they believed I had taken up too much of his time, had given him too much to worry about.MoreLess
There was still my mother, of course, but that didn't mean she was exempt. In time I couldn't help believing that so...mething terrible would happen to her, too, and all because of me. I didn't tell anyone about these thoughts. They came to me again and again, especially during Winston's funeral. In church. when I looked around at the people in attendance. I was sure I saw the accusations in their granite faces. They were staring at me too hard and too angrily: and nodding at me. I imagined a wave of long, sharp forefingers pointed in my direction.
Maybe they believed I had taken up too much of his time, had given him too much to worry about.MoreLess
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