San Anselmo 1
My confession -- sure, I was suspicious of her at first -- like she was
this spoiled white girl who always got everything she wanted -- you know.
And it was obvious she didn't want me hanging around Naomi -- she was like
an animal, the way she looked at me with those green cat eyes of hers like
she was gonna rip out my heart out or something. At first, I thought it
was a race thing -- it was so intense and primitive. But I now realize
that all she ever seems to have is bad luck -- her dad's dead, her mom's
dead, Viet Nam fucked up her aunt -- and now she's dying -- bad fucking
luck! So I now accept the fact that she loves Naomi as much as I
do. So what the fuck. Besides, Sensei always said we take care
of our own. And that's why he wanted me to do this. For all
of us. A hospice for Pascal. A digital room for Pascal to die
in. Something that would float in silence across the sprawling Net
forever.
