I was hurled from her, like a tennis ball against a wall. I jumped up and rushed to the bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet, she found the trembling hands of sleeping pills and washed down a pill with water from the tap. I leaned on the dream. It was heavy and viscous. Something vaguely told me Rose, and I cried silently in response. But no matter how I listened, I understood that she wanted to say but could not. And that was nervous and suffered even more. In the morning, we drove for Charlie. We went to the cemetery in its "Jaguar". I sat next to him, Abby - back. That their expensive toy Charlie bought six months ago. Because it has not yet weathered smell Flawless skin. She had not yet reek or his favorite Cuban cigars, no cloying perfume smell his assistant Celeste. All the way there, we were silent.