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So, and she thinks she is inside the wolf, still

I learned Icelandic so that I could cale she knows

She does no

t eat meat “You never knoho that’s been,” she says

She liked me because I am Italian She told ue about the dates

She is vague about a lot of things

She is afraid of enclosed spaces You ht or she will howl and cry

Her cries are worse than anyone’s

She has a h, and another on her earlobe

Her hair is the same color as her hood

Once I asked her if she wanted to bring the wolf to bed with us I don’tbetween us And she looked at ht have been what she aiting for, someone to pull back the coverlet and allow both her and her creature in, to love them both and not ask her to choose She looked at me like she was afraid I would take it back, like it wasn’t possible that she could ever end the constant circle she ran, around and around, her and the wolf and the forest, her human mouth and her ferocious teeth She looked at

And then she said no It doesn’t work that way, she said It would change everything You would vanish between the two of us, like a grands older and s that live not in the heart but the entrailsI don’t want you to see me with the wolf I don’t want you to see what he does to me I don’t want you to see what I do to him

I wouldn’t love you any less, I told her

But I would love you less, she said I’irls and red kisses just fine, but the wolf is a singularity, a collapsed, black thing that I can’t get around, I can only fall into

I was so young I didn’t know anything I said: I could be a wolf for you I could put rowl I could eat you whole I could wait for you in the dark I could howl against your hair