Sarah looked at Donald. He was breathing in. Somehow she knew that he was smelling the leaves, the rich summer leaves.
"A lot of people have been bleeding lately," he said with his eyes closed.
"What?"
"People have been coming up to me, and their hands are bleeding, or one time it was somebody's eyes, like he was crying blood."
"They're coming up to you?"
"Yeah. Some of them kneel down. And I touch them. I just lightly touch them. I just have this feeling that I'm supposed to touch them. I feel tired."
"How many people?"
"A dozen or so. I haven't been keeping track. When I'm with you, you have energy. I like being with you."
"Wow," thought Sarah. "He likes being with me. I've always wanted to be fun to be with. This guy picked me. Out of everyone in this city, he gave me a business card. Okay, maybe he hands out lots of business cards, but right now on a Sunday afternoon he's with me and just me. And he's happy about it. I'm the one who's making him feel better. Everyone else is dragging him down and I'm this oasis in his life."
Her ego was like a dog getting its tummy rubbed. Her tail was wagging. I mean, yes, he's comparing her to a bunch of blood-squirting lunatics, but still she felt like a star.
"You've got a terrific smile," he said.
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