Louise and I were living in two separate houses next door to each other. She called me on the telephone and told me we were going to have to stop seeing each other completely. I said, "Fine."
I hung up the phone without saying another word. I thought if she meant what she said, there was nothing else to talk about.
I walked to a window and looked out into the large back yard. I rather felt like running out into the yard and screaming. I wondered what Louise would think if she came out and found me tangled up in some clothes lines as if I had fallen from the air.
The image of my falling from the air and becoming entangled in clothes lines fairly paralleled the mood I was in. The idea of Louise finding me thus seemed to somehow symbolize how I felt about things.
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