Monday, June 8, 2009
COST by Roxana Robinson
"Julia had thought vaguely about her future, but only vaguely, and only up to a certain point. Everything was meant to get better, wasn't it? That was how you planned your life, looking ahead, toward improvement. It was easy to imagine yourself older: white-haired, spry, entertaingly outspoken, freed from convention. But not really old--incapacitated, mind gone, body failing, unable to care for yourself. How were you to plan for that? No one wanted to reach that place."