The narrative of She's Come Undone is captivating and intense, making it a truly unforgettable read.She's Come Undone is a powerful and heartbreaking story that demonstrates how resilience can help us overcome any challenge.“ I’ll give you what I learned from all this, ” he said. It’s more like…” I watched myself in the mirror above the sink. Shrug it off because you’re afraid.” “ I’m not afraid. He keeps wanting to give you his love, a gift out and out, and you dismiss it. Everyone’s so scared to be happy.” “ I know what you mean, ” I said. People waste their happiness- That’s what makes me sad.
I thought, well, I’m fifty years old and there might be someone else out there. Spent one whole weekend not speaking to each other because of a messed up phone message… That time we separated was my idea. We fought…said terrible things to each other. “You accused me of being a saint a while back, pal, but you were wrong. Juice went halfway up the shaft, then back down again. What’s the line? ‘Was blind but now I see…’” He stopped and put his lips to the plastic straw. “ The irony, ” he said, “… is that now that I’m this blind man, it’s clearer to me than it’s ever been before. And myself with the surgical mask over my mouth, to protect him from me.
Pucci, frail and wasted, a talking dead man. I sat on the bed, massaging his temples, pretending that just the right rubbing might draw out the disease. But he’d become impatient with the way people wasted their lives, squandered their chances like paychecks. He was too exhausted, he said, to wrestle with those. People have sent me hate mail, condoms, Xeroxed prayers…” What made him most anxious, he told me, was not the big questions-the mercilessness of fate, the possibility of heaven. In his church clothes, with his wife waiting out in the car. Then when the news about me got out, after I resigned, he started showing up at the front door every Sunday with a coffee milkshake. Feeney? -he’d openly disapproved of me for nineteen years. “… And yet, ” he whispered, “The janitor at school-remember him? Mr. Later, when she drove to the house to retrieve some personal things, she’d hunted through her son’s drawers with plastic bags twist-tied around her wrists. Then, at the funeral, she’d barely acknowledged him. For as long as the two of them had been together, he said, Gary’s mother had accepted him as her son’s lover, had given them her blessing. But they amazed him more since the sickness.
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