When she went to the bedroom and cried I felt bad about it and I told her it was all my fault.
I don't deserve someone as good as her. Why can't I control myself just enough to keep on loving her? Just enough.
October 19 — Motor activity impaired. I keep tripping and dropping things.
At first I didn't think it was me. I thought she was changing things around.
The wastebasket was in my way, and so were the chairs, and I thought she had moved them. Now I realize my coordination is bad.
I have to move slowly to get things right. And it's increasingly difficult to type. Why do I keep blaming Alice?
And why doesn't she argue? That irritates me even more because I see the pity in her face.
My only pleasure now is the TV set. I spend most of the day watching the quiz programs,
the old movies, the soap operas, and even the kiddie shows and cartoons.
And then I can't bring myself to turn it off.
Late at night there are the old movies, the horror pictures, the late show, and the late-late show,
and even the little sermon before the channel signs off for the night,
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