Neither I nor Rosemary make to close the door, and or cover the curtains.
I just sit, and she just pretends to sleep.
My head is a cloud and fog all I once.
I run through the times in my life when I selfishly hurt those I loved because of my own interest.
One instance of this I can remember very clearly was when I and Burke went to a theme park on my 9th birthday.
Mom and Dad had traveled for some meeting, and Burke was left behind to hold down the fort.
And so, he was the one who inevitably had to handle my birthday preparations.
We spent the entire day at the park, getting on and off different rides.
But then, there was this one ride that was out of commission.
It had been my favorite ride since I first came to the park.
It was called the underground pinball.
Its name was given because we would enter a ball, that would roll around a series of routes underground.
