Dud Sea Scrawls The Writing, clearly, is not on the wall!

I desperately want to believe her then, and I want to see Joanne as someone who could sprint behind a bus to catch it, as someone who was not always struggling with the fear of being left behind. That winter and old limbs were not always a part of her equation. That the man whose wedding ring she wears on her finger because he is no longer around to wear it himself, would be hurt to see her like this.

http://scarlettwrites.wordpress.com/2007/07/02/a-one-way-ticket/