"What a marvelous choice!" she cries, enveloping you in a cloud of perfume & fox furs. You get in her long black limousine & she gives you a black moonlit pillow to nap on. You go to live at her house, where you occasionally catch her talking about "the firm white petals of a magnolia" in connection to you, & where it can be occasionally gross when sweat from the sky's greased skin falls on you, but it's OK.
& you write 1,000 words a day.
& you discover the key to mental health.

THE END