She pointed her toes to the ceiling, bent her knees and closed her eyes. She tried not to think of the death that made this sweet act seem foul, that made a caress an insult, that turned moisture into comfort, a hole into a void without a sensation. The wheelchair was packed into the car, ready to be returned to the hospital. A ball of white tissue paper lay in a shoebox on the floor. She thought of Mariana Abramović and Ulay screaming into each other's mouths, 'AAA AAA'. Her legs felt crampy, but she made noises of life for him.
