She's in the hospital who yesterday taught us the language of Camus, Dostoevski and Plath. She has no voice today. Paralysis is complete on one side and who can remember the thoughts she thought as she left the road . . . I'm heading back today (not to the hospital) but to the bar where we were, laughing but serious, when she said that Plath would be alive today if women had learned their strength sooner . . . I'll drink a favorite draft of ours and maybe find someone to talk with about something, but not about hospitals . . . maybe about Cathy . . .