[ It doesn't seem right to interrupt him, to comment any further on Mr. King or how much Pet Semetary creeped her out. Or how his brothers are horrible people.
There are certain moments that, when viewed in retrospect, seem pitiable in how they've been given so little attentiveness. How they demanded more regard than they were given, and were lost to half-memory. Katrina is lucky enough to recognize this one as it's coming; it's important to pay attention to this.
Treavor's storytelling is different from hers, less razor-sharp, erring more towards metaphor - and it's mesmerizing.
Odd as this moment strikes her - wearing his shirt, seated on the closed toilet, pack of Swedish gummies in her lap, her husband not able or yet willing to get upright and let her out of the bathroom - it feels almost sacred.
no subject
There are certain moments that, when viewed in retrospect, seem pitiable in how they've been given so little attentiveness. How they demanded more regard than they were given, and were lost to half-memory. Katrina is lucky enough to recognize this one as it's coming; it's important to pay attention to this.
Treavor's storytelling is different from hers, less razor-sharp, erring more towards metaphor - and it's mesmerizing.
Odd as this moment strikes her - wearing his shirt, seated on the closed toilet, pack of Swedish gummies in her lap, her husband not able or yet willing to get upright and let her out of the bathroom - it feels almost sacred.
This is another glimpse of his soul. ]
Don't stop.