“Our bodies tell the truth, if our mouths do not.”
Well-written and interesting, but there’s no payoff. The story ended as the reader knew it must: a sad, true-to-life emptiness, but no pleasure.
“He is like a vase or a pot that has been shattered into small bits, and then restored, glued back together, fragment by fragment. It will look as good as new, if the work is done right, but you have to be careful with it. We will have to be careful.”