I was always searching, always seeking the next big thing, because that was the thing that was going to make everything all right again. And while I was working toward it, it gave me something to think about other than that thing I couldn't put my finger on. But it always came back.
Sara GruenI strain to hear, but my old ears, for all their obscene hugeness, pick up nothing but snippets:
Sara GruenTag: kindlehighlight
He stares at me, and then leans back in his chair. "He's ill, Jacob."
I say nothing.
"He's a paragon schnitzophonic."
"He's what?!"
"Paragon schnitzophonic," repeats Uncle Al.
"You mean paranoid schizophrenic?"
"Sure. Whatever. But the bottom line is he's mad as a hatter...
Tag: comedy
I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.
Sara GruenTag: love
After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled.
Sara GruenThey grew fat and happy--the horses, not the children, or Marlena for that matter.
Sara GruenAll I can do is put in time waiting for the inevitable, observing as the ghost of my past rattle around my vacuous present. They crash and bang and make themselves at home, mostly because there's no competition. I've stopped fighting them. They're crashing and banging around in there now. Make yourselves at home, boys. Stay awhile. Oh, sorry- I see you already have. Damn ghost.
Sara GruenLife goes on with fragile normalcy.
Sara GruenTag: water-for-elephants
Must protect my little pockets of happiness.
Sara GruenI am further back, surrounded on all sides by wailing men, their faces shiny with tears. Uncle Al promised three dollars and a bottle of Canadian whiskey to the man who puts on the best show. You've never seen such grief-- even the dogs were howling.
Sara GruenTag: circus water-for-elephants gruen
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