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Show 192 and salt. Her body stayed in its seat belt the whole time, and she didn't remember anything. She was airlifted out. She told the paramedics that she had taken some prescription medication but she couldn't remember which pills. They told her she was very lucky; her body had managed to drift peacefully through the crash because she was unconscious. Because she hadn't tensed up or reacted, somehow she had just glided through. In the morning, when they determined she was physically fine, they checked Tamara into a rehab facility. She was given a DUI because she had prescription drugs in her system. They had her take classes with alcoholics and drag addicts as a condition for her release. When I showed up to meet her she showed me a calendar they had her make out of construction paper. On each day she was supposed to write a reason to live. It was morning and I brought hot chocolate for her which I was holding in my lap. She told me that the night before the crash she'd had a dream that Steve's body was being pulled on one side by his family and on the other side by her. "After all the shit you've put me through, I should at least get to keep the body," she said. Then she saw him in Grantsville, standing on the water in front of the place where he shot himself. His eyes were steady as the stars, his head dark, as though it was under, not on top of, the water. Tamara asked me not to laugh when she told me that she saw white light the color of dawn behind Steve's eyes when he looked at her. |