April 1994

Marcelo and I were having iced lattes when he observed that, "Our lives seem to be in order." 'I know. Scary, ha?' "Yeah. What's wrong with us?"

Anger really sucks!

I still see his face, you know. I see it every day. It changes, but he's always great. Who will he be really? When will he come? Will it last? I will wait years.

I'm going to California for three weeks.