The next day sh…

The next day she didn’t return my greeting, said she didn’t want to talk to me and didn’t care what i think.  One false move and i was dead.  i died and descended to a verbal grapple.

The best course for me, if i but knew it, would be to imagine her happy and smiling and unchallenged, as i had seen her from time to time.  if i saw in my mind’s eye, again, the controted with poison hatred face she put on, i would consciously substitute a memory of her smiling times

The alternative, to harbor astonishing change of face and revelation of character would be to dwell on something ugly and base in humanity.  That’s not what i want to fill my mind.

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