The Bleeding Heart [antikvár]

THE LASTING PAÍN 4 What is it ?' 'It's my heart.' She walked to the table and sat beside it, clumping her glass down. He sat opposite her. He took her hand. 'You're sick in your heart.' 'Yes. It bleeds. There's no cure for it. And it won't go away, even when I ignore it.' He took her hand. 'Now teli me.' 'It's Mary. She told me the story of her divorce0 It did me in.' 'Her divorce did you in ?' 'Yes, you see, that's why I can't. There are things I can't do, and I know it. I can't drink. And I can't listen to these stories. Like people who bruise if you even touch them, you know ? Their skin turns purple if you just press your thumb on their inner arm. Well, I have a soul like that, it's raw. The only thing that can help it is getting angry, but who am I going to get angry at ? There's nothing I can do with my anger, you know ? It just sits around steammg. And eventually it turns into this.'