"Look, a house all built of windows!" my younger sister once exclaimed when she saw her first glasshouse. From my own childhood, I remember a TV cartoon series with a talking house that blinked its window-eyes.
Sevilin laughed, when he told her the story. She'd laugh in burst, wiping the shampoo from her eyes or mouth while he washed her hair which she later dyed red.
''I need your help. You''ve got to talk to Sid.''
The phone call was from my old friend''s mother. I hadn''t seen Sid since our late teens when he rang my doorbell at 4 AM.
I was working in a group home with a bunch of developmentally disabled and mentally ill adults. These folks were some of the last to leave the big state hospital.
Why is it that people put so much effort into finding ?The One?, your soul mate, significant other or in my case, the better half of the relationship equation (Not me, her, I?
?You don?t remember anything??
She asks like I?d been lying, like this was all an elaborate hoax. Does she think these questions will magically jump start my brain and all the memories will rush back in?