In my bones, in my gut, in my hands, in my cut-up feet, in every part of my body I wanted to find my Henry and my Rose. The feeling became like acid running through my veins, until I said to myself, let it be a disaster. Let it be a long search. Let them come up here, if I ever do find them, and fight with me. Let them bring all their quirks and annoyances that I know very well. Ten thousand other people are probably better suited to me and deserve the luxury above the muck, but it doesn’t matter. My friends have precedence.
