asked Rango with amazement. “Showing you that the medicine is fresh.” “You believe the druggist and not Zora?” he said angrily. “And you believe in a sick person’s whim,” she said. Zora was always talking about her future death. She began all her conversations with: “When I die…” Rango was maintained in a state of panic, fearing her death, and lived each day accordingly: “Zora is in grave danger of death,” he would say, to excuse her demands upon his time. At first Djuna was alarmed by Zora’s behavior, and shared Rango’s anxieties. Her gestures were so vehement, so magnified, that Djuna believed they might be those of a dying woman. But as these gestures repeated themselves day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year, Djuna lost her fear of Zora’s death. When Zora said: “I have a burning sensation in my stomach,”
