Adonie could listen. She had that capacity, that skill.
And that patience. That was what it amounted to, though maybe some
would say rather that it was caring, the ability or the gift of caring.
I could recognize it because I had once done it.
I won't say that I had once possessed that talent, that liability,
because though I think I did I also think I have retained it.
I've buried it. Disconnected it. I hope fervently
that it is by now completely and irreversibly atrophied.

angel of mercy