I'd suffered many losses in recent years after my father mother uncle aunt and cousin had all passed away. In her final years my mother often lamented that there was no one alive who had known her as a girl, and I was starting to understand how spooked she'd felt. I wasn't sure I could take any more abandonment. One succumbs so easily to mind spasms, worry spasms. [p. 95]

One Hundred Names for Love: A Stroke