The astrology guru had warned that there might be something coming on the tail end of the full moon. And she wasn’t wrong. Oh, how it throws me. And she was all sweetness when we met that day. Or maybe that was just my take on it. I cannot understand what she is so upset about. I had tried so hard to be sensitive to her, her work, her mother’s practice and their shared grief. My head spins with reasons. I cannot know. Just like I cannot know how my own one thinks. And she is certainly lost to me, if she was ever mine. The editor is being kind but for how long she will be so I don’t know. But I must just pick myself up and carry on. I have four pieces to write and still so much to do. Onward.
