It's nearing two in the morning and still she whirls about the room dancing, laughing, and flirting. She seems to be bestowing a gift upon the guests; who seem spellbound at seeing their idol acknowledging them, creating inside jokes with them. Her hold on them is strange; while mine can be explained away with one word, theirs is stranger to comprehend. Yet it is simple to understand if you know that she is generous with help, with love, with laughter, with everything. She floats around the room with him. All the while I wish to float his mauled body downriver.