At some point that afternoon, Sarah explained that she had shopping to do, but really she just needed to get away because Donald wasn't doing enough and she was haunted by this dream she had the night before.
She was searching her dresser drawers for something, but she couldn't find it. Max appeared behind her and said in a firm, confident voice, "Here you go, love," and he lifted her up and up until she was standing on top of the dresser. And she thought, "Wow, I've never been on top of the dresser, only in the dresser."
So they said good-bye, but when they kissed, Donald had the magnet of need inside him, which kept their lips together, and finally she felt his passion. Suddenly Sarah didn't want to say good-bye at all, but she already had. A whim, a dream, had become law and she didn't have the courage to undo it.
"How can I be so weak?" she thought as she watched his back get smaller and smaller. Max never once had said, "Here you go, love," and just then she remembered who did. Daddy used to say that whenever the nurse took a blood test.
Sarah walked back to their bench like she was floating miles above the earth, and she fell down upon it like an autumn leaf... whereupon she wept.