Chapter 7 – No Man’s Land “No man is worth a Train bound for nowhere”   She wanted to stop him and say what she had wanted to say all along, but she couldn’t.  He did not want to hear it anymore than he really wanted her to be there she thought to herself.  He was lost, she could see it.  Was it her, or something more? As they pulled into the long driveway she saw familiar sights.  The corner quick mart, where she encountered the silver haired witch, she still remembered vividly the long fingers reaching out to force her to shake the hand of a woman scorned.  That witch’s biggest problem was that someone was willing to pick up and nurture that which she felt was no longer valuable to her! She felt devalued herself.  She had to shake her head free of the images that were entering into her already anxiety filled head.  She still wondered why he never defended her, how could he have let that happen, that night removed the innocence. Why did he allow the silver haired witch to corner her and minimize her?  “Was she that much taller than me, or was it just a manifestation of some bizarre victimization,” she thought to herself. All she knew is that in that moment of confrontation, she felt like she was an infant, she was shrinking, disappearing, and she was feeling the same way now, only this time, she couldn’t identify the demon. “Come on in, but I warn you, I haven’t really cleaned since the last time you were here.”  He was right the little cabin like house was indeed a dark, lonesome cave now it had been almost a year since she was in the “chickpea.”  You could sense the life was being distinguished.  She wondered if she was really the one responsible, or was it her desire to have been loved, longed for, missed that much.  Was it possible that she was his Penelope? “Why are you here, seriously, why did you come back?  I was getting well.”  She gasped, fighting back a pain that came from Very deep within.  “I needed to see you, to look into your eyes, to hear you say that it was over.  You have no idea what I have felt, how every day I walked home from work, hoping, praying, looking for the blue truck to be parked in front of my house.  “I told you, I would never come back to Chicago again, especially when you said you did not get the box.  How could you have not gotten it? “I didn’t!”  She pleaded for mercy and understanding that she didn’t, that it was a miracle that it was there after all that time.  She swore to him that she woke from a dead sleep one morning and she heard the words, “the box, go get the box!”  She truly thought it was a residual from the anesthesia she received during her surgery. She cried, and said over and over again, “I am so sorry.” “I just cannot help but believe this is some cruel joke, you didn’t wait, you moved on, NO!”  He pushed her away from him. “I am nothing but a shell of a man, you should not have come.” “Nowhere man please listen, you don’t know what you’re missing” Lennon and McCartney