Susan ran after me, “Larry, Larry!”
I turned back and she thrust
Wonder Woman at me. I took
It and as I did woke and puzzled
Over the comic. I had never . . .
But I had called her Wonder Woman
At times. She once raced after
A mugger in a parking lot and
Grabbed her purse. He slammed
His door on her arm several times
To make her let go. She was still
Furious when she got home. She
Suffered more than most but
Endured as long as she could
Do so decently. After that she
Stoically let go. I could see the
Cover but an instant before
Waking, wondered what it
Was she meant. It seemed
Unlikely she’d remind me not to
Forget. Unlikely also she’d
Want me to toughen up – just the
Reverse. I scowled once in the
Forest when we were approached by
Two men. Susan had not yet been
Damaged by disease. I didn’t trust
Their conversation and kept my hand
On the handle of my Colt until they,
Fidgeting, moved on. Susan berated
Me for my suspicious mind, and for
The chip she swore I always wore.
I held my peace, keeping still as we
Moved ahead, looking over my shoulder
As we did, dreading the impalpable
I feared racing toward us from behind.
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