ABSTRACT
Sally had her hands around my throat; she was choking me. Her face was contorted with rage and she was ranting about something with conviction and vehemence. I felt my throat closing up. My own strength was just enough to prevent her from coming closer and strengthening her grip. I pushed her away as much as I could. We held each other at arm’s length, my holding her by her shoulders, keeping her at that steady distance, while trying to catch my breath to say something. As I felt the strength in my arm dissipate, I found suddenly that Sally and I were sitting on a dark hardwood floor. I was then holding her in my arms; wrapped her in them; and she was crying silently, eyes closed.
