Thursday, February 09, 2006

Burns

Villa San Girolamo.

Moe and I look down at The English Patient.

He's burned. All black and purple except in some places where he's white - his bones.

I show Moe the cigarette burn on my left arm - the one that's on its way to becoming a nasty scar.

"I guess this is nothing then?"

"You have nothing to worry about, Camille. That's nothing."

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