She opened the book with the thought in mind that the remedy was finally here. She thumbed cautiously through the content exploring one damp page after another until she developed a sense that gave meaning to her purpose…. First of all, I informed her of “The Tainted One.” Secondly, I shared with her “My Pain.” Thirdly, I asked her, “What Have I Done?” Finally, she read “The Last Poem.” She closed the book just after collapsing aimlessly by a window that overlooked the yard. I noticed a tear fall from her eye…and then I noticed another. I joined her as she wept. She looked at me timidly as she gathered herself. “What was this?” she asked. I told her it was The Weeping Pages….
