Fwd: PASSWORD

I hope we catch up with the bum. "Novril,he muttered, raking wildly through the box while sweat ran down his face and his legs pounded and throbbed.

I have to say that, Paul. He smelled something sour that he automatically associated with hospitals — Lysol, maybe. He felt a flush of shame and humiliation warming his face, but now they were mixed with real anger: it had bloomed from a spark into a tiny sunken flame.
The thought that grieving for a fictional character was absurd did more than cross his mind during his tossings and turnings.

Paul went on, wanting to take a cab, but he was supposed to walk at least a mile every day and this was his mile and it hurt like hell and to take his mind off the mile he started wondering where that kid had come from, where the shopping cart had come from, and most of all where the skunk had come from. No, of course that wouldnt work.

He realized he was seeing her with all her masks put aside — this was the real Annie, the inside Annie. "I agree that the world is a pretty crappy place most of the time,he said, and then added inanely: "Especially when it rains.