Oh, novel. I’m to page 182, near the end, surely, and sure, and not sure, how it ends. Looking into the less cloudy abyss. How not to rush, how to give it the time it needs? Stevie Wonder sings, in cafe background, “I believe (when I fall in love it will be forever)…” How many times does he repeat that line, I can’t count, but enough times until I start to believe in its incantation, and the love becomes the writing…and then…
Rebecca Kuder 