Thursday, December 04, 2003

I sit on Nick's kitchen floor with Kat and her cigarettes. I think about crying. She helps me write on his fridge in stupid plastic letters Hello Nick and Claire. You are on the phone to Miles. I am worried (because I'm crying now, on Nick's kitchen floor, with my back against the wall and my fingers against the fridge, I think, and because my hands are shaking). She writes BOSH Kat loves Andy.