I would have my own suffering to live with. There was no way to stop the sands of knowledge from slipping through the hourglass of my mind.
"I've got to go now," I said. "Take care of yourself, and of her."
I squeezed her hand. As I went out, Napoleon barked at me.
I held it in for as long as I could, but when I reached the street it was impossible.
It's hard to write it down, but people turned to look at me as I walked back to the car, crying like a child. I couldn't help myself, and I didn't care.
As I walked, the ridiculous words drummed themselves into my head over and over again, rising to the rhythm of a buzzing noise:
Three blind mice... three blind mice, See how they run! See how they run!
They all run after the farmer's wife, She cut off their tails with a carving knife,
Did you ever see such a sight in your life, As three... blind... mice?
I tried to shut it out of my ears, but I couldn't, and once when I turned to look back at the house and the porch,
I saw the face of a boy, staring at me, his cheek pressed against the window pane.
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