"Right. I go and work on her and get her a date
and it all falls apart." "You know that wasn't her
fault."
"I know, It was mine," she screamed at him.
"Who else would you blame?"
"Nobody's blaming anybody, Lena."
"Leave me alone," she said. "I'm sick. I'm not
feeling good."
"Why should you after what you did to
yourself'?""
"You did it to me," she accused.
"Me?"
"You made me pregnant when I was young and
beautiful and had a chance. Cameron. And then you
promised to do things for me, but look at what you've
done... nothing. Nothing but tie a lead weight around
my neck.
"I'm drowning!" she screamed at him. Then she
seized her stomach, doubled over and hurried to the
bathroom.
He stood there looking after her, his face as
broken and sad as I had ever seen it. He felt my eves
and turned to my doorway.
We looked at each other.
Was I the weight Mama said was around her
neck? Did he hate for me to have heard such a thing? The pain in his eves was too great for me to
take.
I closed the door softly and returned to bed, to
the darkness and to the pursuit of fugitive sleep.
6 Out of Tune