Women are hard to keep track of, most of them. They slip into other names, and sink without a trace.

“The sky darkens from ultramarine to indigo. God bless the namers of oil paints …”

“If I was going to do something I didn't want to do, I at least wanted to be rem…”

“Was this a betrayal, or was it an act of courage? Perhaps both. Neither one inv…”

“I must admit it's a surprise to find myself still here, still talking to you. I…”