When they released her from the ambulance captivity I laughed too. I should have been a comedian, then it would be me hiding behind that curtain. Being with her was the safest place for me. I love her, you know. She’s in my blood, the same way I can put my cheek against the plastered yellow wall, with the curtain softly resting on my back, from ceiling to ground, head to toe.
When she finally saw me, I could sit down. No, she said, you are my society, this is my curtain. My life.