CHAPTER 151

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Sa...Ta...Na...Ma.

That's all I hear now. That and the intrusive background piano music, pounding down on the galvanize roof that is my mind, penetrating my spirit until I open the door and invite the intruder in for conversation and a warm meal.

Sa...Ta...Na...Ma...Sa...Ta...Na...Ma...Sa...Ta...Na...Ma.

Now we're drifting down a lonely street, one with side roads that lead to children playing outside a bedroom window, my own it seems. I want to go outside and join them. But Ebony says no. She wants me to wait until I'm perfect enough. And so we go further down the road, the intruder and me, until we reach a fork. I choose the left path then he bows to me and floats away.

Saa...Taa...Naa...Maa.

The music becomes my blanket. Still, I refuse to fall asleep. I'll just let it sail in front of me like nylon in the wind. Now we're at the end of the road. I see a rough ocean. Waves crash into the shoreline. My feet long for their savage touch. But the nylon wraps around my hand and turns me around. I have to go back, retrace my steps, ransack all the side roads and meet the intruder beneath the great oak tree after I'm done.

Let's see. Which road dare I enter first? The ones with unkempt fields seem uninterested in greeting a stranger with open arms. I'll leave them for last, when I've had my fill of welcome baskets and friendly barbecues. Oh, good! Here they come. I love to hear their unending chatter, gossiping about this and that, flicking pages back and forth in the still of the night, texting their boyfriends to death. Yes, nylon, I'll turn down this lane, please. 

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