The rift is coming up on everyone. Even Pavel. Daily, it seemed, she would come to the window with a tiny loved-on animal. Then she started killing. So far, she has killed a mouse and a baby rabbit. At dusk, she stands at the door and cries to be let outside. Maybe to kill. She's lost weight. Her chest has gotten broader.
Andy and I buried the rabbit in the backyard. He dug the hole while I held two red candles against the vinyl siding on the shed for light. I asked him if he wanted to pray, and then we were quiet.
