[He thinks of Caddy up in the tree with her muddy drawers, and Caddy on her back in the grass draped in grey light and the odor of honeysuckle, holding his hand to her throat and he feeling the surge in her pulse when he said it Dalton Ames. Do you love him? Did you love them Caddy? When they touched me I died. Caddy in bridal white, Father saying that purity is a negative state. He answers slowly.]
I don't know.
[Thinking, maybe it don't make a lick of sense to anybody else. Or maybe I'm the only one who can't make sense of it.]
no subject
I don't know.
[Thinking, maybe it don't make a lick of sense to anybody else. Or maybe I'm the only one who can't make sense of it.]