margie hauser

And so, theresa, it seems you have broken another part of my fragile body.

I went back to my hospital bed to lay down a while.

I have been laying down a while for the past three weeks now.

But theresa, don't crinkle your brow. There's no need for you to worry about me anymore.

(besides, you are in love with the boy who swims).

I have fallen in love, theresa.

With the most beautiful woman.

Her name is Margie Hauser.

Her middle initial is R. and she was born in 1968.

I see her across the street every day from my window.

Sometimes I can sneak out and chat with her for an afternoon.

She makes for the most lovely conversations and tells the most wonderful stories of her life and death.

(I assume her middle name is Rose because her gravestone is heavily decorated with them.)