ALIENATED

I'm Liz Parker, and I feel alienated. No pun intended.

Max, oh Max my boy. My love. My husband of mine. When we drove off in that van, I could think only of the first days of our friendship, when your fingers poked my various crevices and soft spots. When they told me about your proclivities, I realized that the remainders of my fractions would all add up to you. Math class. Do you remember that?

Oh Max. Max Max Max. I could say your name for an eternity, and it would not be long enough. If only we had many days to go, thousands of days upon which to build the foundation of our everlasting union.

I fear for you, and for me. When will they learn to tell us what they've never revealed?

Max, I nearly lost you. I felt a pain I'd never known.

I felt alienated.