Hugo: This has been happening at least once or twice a week. It started the night I decided to continue writing, almost a month ago. I’m not sure what it is but every so often there is a fire that burns almost through my chest. It feels as though someone had dropped a piece of burning coal right on my heart. I think it really is the stress. I’ve had this feeling before, when I was writing actually. Last time I had this feeling I was writing the very book I’m trying to finish now. That was also about the time things started turning south for Marryann. (He pours himself another glass of water and sits down at his desk.) I was sitting right here in fact. She came in with a question about the mail--something about sending a package I don’t know.
