Chapter Seven
When I think of the color blue, I think of the sky when the sun shines, and the sea when I look down on it from a bluff above. I think of the delicate blue buds of wildflowers breaking out of the frosty ground in the foothills in spring. I think of clear music, and water running its way over my skin. And now, I think of Keven’s eyes at the door of his confessional. Forever, my experience of blue will be altered, and a chill will transit up my spine. The man I accosted in that moment was just a fragment of the one I came to love—and still do. But I can’t love him anymore. That is impossible.
As surely as he took a lash to Mariel’s ass today, he’s taken a lash to our love and laced it with rancor from which it won’t recover.
I am furious. I tear into the house and ri
