Ame called and told me about Verna. I am sorry she is going….and also a
little bit annoyed. It seems to me that with the passing of all these great souls: our parents and their peers, Olympos will be empty. Or do I have that backwards?
Maybe it is just filling itself up again…..Any way, as you can see, what ever
happens seems to set me off on some jacked up “religious trip”. I am thinking of my next book…..it will be titled, “The Deeper Meaning of Every Little Thing”.
I see Verna always standing right in the middle of hers and everyone else’s mortality with such grace and beauty. She is unlike any one I ever met. I see her presiding over you and me and Eliza in the bathtub at your house on Valley Road.
I see her marching across the backyard at Hodge road sheathed in a one piece black bathing suit, playing the tuba….heading for the bat chairs under the grape arbor where she and Wilder will summon Dionysis with wine and word and song.
How can she ever leave us? She never will!!!
Love Allen
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