My hypocrisy is exposed. “Karajan, I mean it. Sex romantic Karajan, my lover, finishes what is needed to my legs, binding them together like a mermaid’s fin. I hear him, coming up the stairs now. I hear him, coming up the stairs now. The dust scatters on my face. . Within a half hour, somewhere in the deep dark forest, I would die of the cold. “Be specific.” And he turns to me, is still. Breathing. You trained her! He removes the panties from my mouth and I can breathe. I would soon cry, within minutes, panting without breath, like a little girl, like the helpless little girl we buried today, within minutes I would cry out: “Karajan, Karajan! I am cold. . “Be specific.” And he turns to me, is still. Milena died. Glaring. But I honestly don’t know what he is talking about. The knuckles in his right fist are torn.
