CHAPTER 9

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it really is--only that her eyes were dry, she had lost all feelings, she was blue 52, in an ocean that was her own soul in expansion.

Non of us really changes over time, could Anne rice be wrong? We only become more fully what we are.

Dr montoya was a monster, and she knew it. She also knew that loving monsters always ended badly for the kids, it was just a rule, no, K. Hamilton didn't invent it.

Life could be so important, but yet the next morning you think yours is worth a junk pile.

No, it wasn't Cain, but she. She was the vampire. What all vampires seemed to have In common was a reluctance to tell the truth.

Dr montoya was weak with shame when he'd spoken. She should have slapped him in the face--if the hinges perharps of her office quarter had not bumped?

"Mrs moorman. We've got to go, its about to rain badly. "It said. It was a soft spoken voice"honey? "

Dr montoya picked up her jacket abandoned o