Sunday, May 20, 2007

The woman stood up. She was short - four foot something. She seemed to scoot toward the front. She began to talk and the firm of her voice caught several people off guard. Her voice was solid, tall.

"I'm not much in stature as you can see," she said.

Some one called out, "You are much in something to be here."

"Ain't that the truth," the woman said. "Still, . . ." she hesitated.

Ana said, "Something is missing, still? Gone or more so taken?"

"So, I need to ask you," the woman said. "When? When did you realize what you'd become? When did you know it was over?"

Ana said, "You have to answer that."