Did you ever notice how easy it is to forgive a person any number of faults for one endearing characteristic, for a certain style, or some commitment to life - while someone with many good qualities is insupportable for a single defect if it happens to be a boring one?
Isaac Marion
I think for a minute. Watching my wife fade into the distance, I put a hand on my heart. "Dead. " I wave a hand toward my wife. "Dead. " My eyes drift toward the sky and lose their focus. "Want it. . . to hurt. But. . . doesn't. " Julie looks at me like she's waiting for more, and I wonder if I've expressed anything at all with my halting, mumbled soliloquy. Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting? I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.
