"The natural end to this misguided day was, could have only been, her room. Coat, bag, and shoes fell dejectedly to the floor one by one as she shut the door and gravitated toward the bed. The world disolved away like so many concentric swells as she floated placidly to the bottom of the pool, where she landed, clutching a pillow--one trembling pebble burried face down in the coverlet."

Mamma said there'd be days like this.