Thursday, August 25, 2011
The coffee going, I thought of slipping quietly into the bathroom, taking off my clothes, and joining Mary in the shower. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. As nice as it would have been. To surrender, without saying a word. To give in completely. To scrub each other’s cares away, and let them run down the drain. To this day, I wonder what Mary would have done. She might have slapped me, or scorned me, or drowned us both in tears. Or I might have opened the shower door and found someone else, a stranger shocked by the invasion of her privacy. And while I felt guilty for thinking of it, the childish man in me seemed to be saying, “Go ahead. This is where it all begins. This is how we are healed.”
[From Chapter 3, A Listening Thing]
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