And now it is evident that there are surely invisible walls rising about us, a division of sectors based on family name, but not by title, and padded with a gentle covering of barbwire. I sympthatise with the Napoleon, the lone shepard, the Rosa Parks, if you will, and insistently change the roll of toilet paper so that the paper falls over the roll, not under, because that's the way the Lady taught me. She cried unto me and I cried unto her and I said to her, I said, "We're running away to Paris." Next year, she informed me, she was going. The rest of us chatter of the dismal future lurking nearby, a 20 minute drive away. How miserable it's going to be. Secretly I wonder if they see only the distance in miles, or if they sense it at all this moment? I looked for my puppy, but he merely wagged his tail when I returned and then trotted away. I guess what he's reciproating to me now are all the lousy hello's I often gave him; I'm busy! Poor excuse. Interesting, the people I manage to make room--time--for. Well, I wanted to kiss him goodnight none the less and offer the softest spot on my bed, but he has a new pal now and I suppose her smell is more comforting than mine. I'd buy a goldfish but they bubble when you ask to cuddle. So tension speaks a lot these days and when she is away on business, wit and cold-hard insult are always around. It's too bad none of us have any idea what any other person does with their time. If we all understood that everyone is always busy, we would never get defensive. In a waste of thought, I dwelled on a bad moment in high school history. And then that Lady came in and shined her golden torch on everything wonderful and amazing in my life and just like that, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world again. It's been a great senior year for the both of us. I only wish I could take her to prom. As for the rest of them, I don't think we're related any more. Perhaps my last name ought to change.