CHAPTER THIRTY - Deep Thinking* 1 *
There’s a place where each of us goes when we hurt, or when we have to face something too impossible to be believed. It’s a little like a private sort of heaven, and almost-sanctuary, your own personal time out place.
It was where a body went to go when it knew it was time to die.
With Wendy Joe it was a jungle trail, leading down into a shadow world painted with dark brushes.
With Clavis it was a church.
With Wilfred, a battered fire helmet resting upon a cold white freezer.
Maddy had her own place, brighter, and that made it sadder.
Maddy’s place was a field of lonesome sunflowers, tall as steeples, waving like paper dancers high in the blowing wind. The grass of this field was strangely permeable. It floated, just a hair span above the dirt; mo
