I Want To Die There And Not Within Walls Ten Bears, Comanche, At Midicine Lodge, 1867 ‘Thank you for the lovely roses.’ Shona said. We were in at the restaurant in Central Park, enjoying late Winter sun, I was a-glow, as we’d made love the evening before and Jesus Wept, it was brilliant. Roses, the fook do I know from roses, asked ‘What?’ ‘This morning, after you left, I was lying in bed, replaying…………um………you know, stuff…… Gave a wicked smile ………….’And the flowers came, with a note, signed, ADB, I thought you’d tell me what it stood for?’ I said ‘Wasn’t me alanna.’ Alanna…………what is that?’ I was trying to figure out the initials, stopped said ‘Alanna, it’s a term of deep endearment back home.’ Her smile was something to memorize, she asked ‘And is it, deep?’ We’d finished brunch and I was waiting for the cheque, only Americans could come up with a full meal betwixt break fast and lunch. I said ‘Oh yeah,’ Meant it.
