Building Rome in Clinton...

& that's where she stood. Boisterous & new, on top the roof top, yelling. Screaming really...

'I want you.'

'I want you, James'

I had heard her--a couple of buildings over and a few floors down--I did.

& when I told her not to jump, to wait, to wait until I got there, I meant it. I certainly did.

Oh, but fella...it's in moments like these that they all become deaf.