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March 1, 2005
For the second time in two weeks, Marlene is late for her 5:00 session. This time I've closed the blinds myself so she won't have to waste any part of her dwindling hour doing it. "I won't have dusk staring at me,"she always says.

At 5:17, she dashes in, breathless, and rushes to the windows. Confusion plays upon her flushed face. A question mark hovers four inches above her blondness, slightly blowing stray strands from her coif like dandelion spores.

"Sorry I'm late,"she says, panting. "It's because of K! It's all K's fault! Goddamned K!-

to be continued