What can YOU say in six sentences?
Laurie had held onto the dream of Tess and herself retiring from a road life to a neighborhood of pink and lavender houses where a woman could feel like a woman and not a commodity, and though her prayer was now cast toward a starless dusky sky, she was thankful both of them had survived long enough to be able to move into one of the paintings they loved so much where nothing more might occur than the daily change of light. She remembered that on Sunday she would have to drive her mother up to the nursing home to visit old Edward, which was in the offing more frequently since Tess, after her absent-mindedness had cleared, had had a change of heart, and claimed she could not carry the thought of his screaming into a void, and “who knew best how to console a man in such a situation?” Visiting would have to suffice as Laurie could not bear finding more than two pairs of slippers on the deck.
Now and again, she regretted her persistent need to locate Tess after having been abandoned by her so many times, but also recalled her life had not gone right, and, yes, roughing it had proven a lonely existence. Though, now, it might be nice to continue without obligations, living in a Hopper-scape, like sitting in a cinema, was best if some like-minded somebody was around with whom the experience could be shared. When the sound of gunshots shook her from her reverie, she stepped back inside, closed the door, and turned the radio up a bit to mask her discomfort.