I'm tearing up. The gradual chinking of holes in her memory, the odd, disconnected way she interacts with her son, her husband, the ward. It felt like I was touching something very sharp through layers of gauze, and it hurt.
I haven't seen many stories about Alice and Frank; this is by far my favorite.
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Date: 2005-08-16 02:59 am (UTC)I haven't seen many stories about Alice and Frank; this is by far my favorite.