October 24th, 2015

bah

Anthonee

"Anthonee"

"Yes"

"I believe I have a blanket or..."

"It's on the back of your chair."

I put it round her knees.

Two minutes pass

"Anthonee"

"Yes"

"I think I'd like a drink. Tea or coffee, it doesn't matter..."

Once or twice I've heard that call of "Anthonee" and I've gone to attend to her and it hasn't been her at all. It's just been in my head. Or something.

One time I knew it couldn't be her because it was too well-articulated. Too close.