"I think I'm going crazy," she said, though whether she was saying that to me or to herself, I didn't know.I swallowed. "You say that like it's a bad ...hing," I said, quietly.She looked up at me with an angry flash, but then, maybe, saw that it was me – Crazy Saralinda – who she was talking to, and she looked away."Kate, don't take this, like, the wrong way or anything. But if you really are feeling like you're going crazy, you should talk to Dr. Anna. She really helped me. She won't just, like,. I had bottled up all this feeling. I started commenting on porn videos which I found fascinating. It sure caught the attention of various fellow audiences and the response was overwhelming.Like a stupid, I have posted my email address to one of my comments. Within an hour, I have got more than 100 emails and I like this new attention. Some of the messages were filthy, some were wonderful. I had a good conversion with many strangers.For some reason, most of the messages I received were from. I don't understand it. I can't answer your questions. But I can love you. Is that enough?"He flinched when she squeezed his hand lightly, then took the wheel and drove through the open gates without a word. She turned away without apology, looking straight ahead as he drove on. The tear he waited for never came. He knew the road ahead was the only way to keep her.The gates vanished into darkness behind them as the car crept along a broad curve, lit only by muted lamps hugging the driveway at. The cabin was still standing; even the logs that I had cut were still neatly stacked against the wall. The chimney was still intact and smoking lazily in the morning air.As I was running to-wards the cabin, let's change that as I was staggering fast to-wards the cabin. Marjorie and Hild came rushing out the doorway."What has happened?" Marjorie was yelling."I have a distinct feeling that our ammunition blew. I think it was struck by lightning, for I heard a loud crack before the blast. No doubt.