I am brushing the hair of my ugliest doll. I am made of nonsense, and I, like the doll, am crumbling and crackling and the edges. Bits and pieces of me are crumbling, falling off completely, to flutter down and make a technicolor splash on the sidewalk.

“What did you say?” she screams. “What did you fucking say?!”                                   

He stands back in disbelief. “I said nothing. I didn’t say a single thing.” But words are words and she thought she had heard something. Something meaningful. Something like just wait until I cast you aside or maybe can I turn you into a stranger once more? or maybe I don’t believe anything you’ve ever said.