Eleanor Has Her Say, The Day After

"Those words from last night's posting, they're mine. I just wanted to let you know. I whispered them into my biographer's ear. I whispered them very softly, even though you might expect me to have raised my voice during parts of it, but I didn't. And now I'm not sure what part of my story the words are from, or who says them -- maybe I say them, or maybe one of the other characters in my life says them. That's the weird thing about thinking way inside your own head, never mind trying to get inside somebody else's head. After a while, you lose track of who says what. But you want to test the boundaries, you know? And if you're going to go way out on a ledge, you want to be sure that anybody else who wants to come with you is really going to -- what did I whisper last night -- make that commitment, to be there, to not abandon you. Because it can be intense, you know, and sometimes you do end up caring too much. I guess that's part of what all of my whispering was about. Maybe I'll do some more whispering later today, or maybe I'll keep my thoughts to myself and let them build up until they just explode. That would be a shock to my biographer, don't you think, if I wasn't whispering, but shouting?" -- Eleanor