He could never let her head go away from the close clutch of his arm. He wanted to remain like that for ever, with his heart hurting him in a pain that was also life to him.” D.H. Lawrence, The Horse Dealer’s Daughter Kitten He’s leaving me. The thought makes me want to scream hysterically though I wait patiently, silently…I want to rant and rave and scream, so great is the pain in my chest. He’s leaving me, he’s leaving me, he’s leaving me. I knew this day was coming, but I had no idea it would hurt so badly. I face the crashing surf, literally, bent head to heel, only the rail and cuffs keeping me from plummeting to my death. Could dying hurt any worse than this? Yet, I fear the fall, shaking uncontrollably, or maybe it’s the anger. I hate his wife. How dare she call now! Father forgive me, but I do hate her. I hate her! I think about her, imagining her in my mind, the tall, leggy black woman with beaded braids that cascade to the center of her back. I met her only once, the night Garrett bought me at auction.
