I couldn’t see where my own feet stepped, nor the outlines of the oaks. I turned my attention back to the action, trying to pretend the thought hadn’t occurred. xxx I was going out in public, and I had an image to protect. In such struggle, in such rage, it made sense for the survivors to think they’d been blessed, but this was the devil’s show, and it was captivating. This was my Julia; different, but still her. We shared an odd bond after our ordeal yesterday, one of unspoken understanding. I stared at her until she could no longer pretend I wasn’t, then she looked up with a radiant smile across her face, “Oh, it’s nothing. JULIA
The humiliation was terrible, but I wanted it.
