``she does not even know if she loves him. she loves his sobriety. his refusal to sing just because he knows the tune. she loves his pride. his blackness and his gray car. she loves his understanding of her condition. she thinks she loves the effort he will make to redo her into what he truly wants. his love for her makes her completely conscious how unloved she was before. this is something; though it makes her unbearably sad. melancholy. she blinks her eyes. remembers she is finally being married like other girls, women? something strains upward behind her eyes. she thinks of the something as a rat trapped, scurrying to and fro in her head, peering through the windows of her eyes. she wants to live for once. but doesn't know quite what that means. wonders if she ever has done it. if she ever will.``