STOP WHEN THE PERSON BECOMES RESTLESS OR IRRITABLE

I have this violent reaction to Margot Alphonse.

“Perhaps you’ll get treated,” she had said, “and then you won’t have blood all over your hands.”

In any event, Margot cancelled her appearance in this story. She had loved me, possibly… bathed me in the bathroom. We slept with a window open—on a pretty courtyard—where you can still hear the people who often need to significantly yell on the avenue.

On the improvement of my understanding of her and overall, I feel the variety of emotions.

Her voice is heavy. I had intended to lift it, to hold it, so it wouldn’t feel as if it was pulling at my neck.

My ethical standards are high.

“What shall we do now?” Margot asked. “I am returning your property.”

“No. No, you don’t, Margot.”

She opened up her handbag and handed me my stonewalls, it felt like.