... to help you in any harebrained scheme,
Daria," Quinn said. "I've got my own problems.""Quinn,"
Daria said, her voice coming out flat. "I only wanted to ask--
you're the only one I know here.""So
you can't make friends," Quinn said. "Maybe if you got less
right," Daria said, turning and stumbling back towards the door.
"I can make it on my own." She turned back and looked at
can, you know,
she wanted to say, but she didn't.Quinn
was making her way back over to the two gentlemen whose faces were in
was less frantic now, walking through the streets. A idea formed like
a bubble and swept up around her: what if she had imagined
it? Maybe she had finally dropped off the edge? How was it that the
experience of loss
was so crippling. Losing someone you love--it deformed everything.
Maybe she was deformed finally, and wholly.XXXSomeone
had set up a Japanese garden next to the graveyard. Daria walked
through it, beneath the cool leaves and through the green light. Red
paper lanterns hung from bamboo weavings, and the world turned
scarlet as she wandered beneath them.There
was a small pool through an opening, and a bridge led over it into
the graveyard. A small Japanese woman sat next to the pool, plucking
at an instrument.A