You’ve lived other lives before me. This, I can’t get over. We still hide what we know; this is our denial. Much of our discomfort comes from our own attitudes. She had a Ziplock bag full of Kleenex. This is what happened to me. I was always wrong and bad, I took that show on the road. Excessive scrutiny of others can be counterproductive. I feel bad, darling, I do. It goes very far back, that feeling. At tables in restaurants, I put my hand on his leg. We are together. I opened up so many letters. I erased so many things. We have both begged, darling, don’t you know?