Sublime

Of course you did not say this. Which was why, eighteen years old, I didn’t talk about the renouncers, was unwilling to reflect upon them, pulled down shutters against the topic of them.

Primevally

Susan Cornelia Clarke Warren,

hair was contained in a masterful bun. Her competence was on full display.

It was real milkman,

with the hurts that had come, the troubles that had built, with the loss of hope and absence of trust and with a mental incapacitation over which nobody seemed willing or able to prevail.

This ‘maybeness’ was why I didn’t tell about tablets girl poisoning me, why I didn’t tell about Milkman pursuing me, why I didn’t tell about the district gossip overriding me.

Observing the niceties therefore, not the antipathies, was crucial to co-existence and an example of that would be our French class,