That's the fourth emergency vehicle that's screamed down the street since I started my meditation, and despite my intention to only bring peace and love to my circle, the howling sirens have got my mind on high alert. I am suddenly, absolutely sure that there has been some horrible disaster, maybe on the Manhattan Bridge that her train would be passing over right about now, and Katie is now trapped, injured or worse, maybe dead, burned to death in an explosion or some catastrophic collision. I mourn her, and realize that with her death, a huge part of me has died too.
Later, when she's undressing after work, I mention my foolishness, but she says, "I have that thought, like, four times a week about you!"
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