knew you’d get it,’ she said, her eyes blue pools of relief. ‘It’s just that I want a special now, one that’s mine, instead of a constant now, that I constantly share with someone else’s now.’ A constant now, that you constantly share with someone else’s now. It was a pretty good definition of prison. ‘I hear you.’ ‘I want to know what it’s like to be me, when it’s just me.’ ‘Go get ’em, Lisa.’ She smiled, and let out a weary sigh.
