I recalled the afternoon when the two of us stood beating erasers and Camille confided that shed done penance for stories - stories that Ill never know if she wrote or only imagined writing. Shed wanted me to tell her a secret from my dreams a secret from my dreams I hadnt had as yet and so I didnt quite understand what she was after.Its about feeling Camille had insisted.I didnt understand then that she was talking about risk.
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.