Episode 27 She Floats

She floats. Even at the restaurant where she works nights and some
days everyone else is greased like pigs and piglets but there she
is behind the counter--floating. She’s a cure (the perfect cure)
and hour-after burns that could have been serious but never rose to
the occasion. She’s got those, been there, done that, sort of
freckles. The kind that are scattered about, just a few, perfectly
strewn across the face. They don’t yell or scream, they are just
little bits of sun settled in all the right places. They are just
sun that happened to fall into the right places. Even they float. I
wonder if anyone else sees her. Am I alone? I’m still in line at
this point and I can’t stop thinking: “Who is going to believe me?”