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Show (•»oS7&) 511 Chapter Fourteen I felt infinitely small, felt an insignificance that the friendship of my teaching colleagues did not alleviate. When I was not grading papers or preparing lessons, I spent my time wondering, asking endless unanswerable questions of myself, gazing out the bedroom window at the tops of trees which hung like giant spiders in the night. Brian came into the bedroom to change clothes and found me weeping. "What's wrong?" he asked, a trace of irritation in his voice. Despite his presence, I felt myself to be the only person °n a barren planet beneath a starless sky. A deep sigh shuddered from me. "I don't know." "Why are you crying?" It was a question born of curiousity m°re than concern. "For all the children we'll never have," I said, not understanding what I meant. |