How do you not know? I am still her. But she had such long hair and in the summertime it felt as though she might burst with all of those red juices. I did love pomegranates but their seeds…. Wait, it is time. But no! It can’t be! There is still much to do and I just arrived and what do you think of this dress you know I wore it just for you. My eyes are napping but no I am certain we must now go because they are waiting. My friends. My family. But your legs! You cannot move! Let me go. I will see that everything is right. She pauses long enough I know that she is sleeping and I am not sure if I should disturb the morning and if she would know the difference and then I hear them. Through the sunnied slats they growl and moan.

My hands are not yet used to this old country but they do not care about such things. I find red flesh caught up momentarily in the cold place and I know this was her plan all along. I have come here for her and so I reach inside to secure to choice cuts and then clutch them to my breast. If this warmth can penetrate perhaps I can save her. But they still sound so hungry I think they need me. No I have it and now it is done.