selfish desire would be the roads you drive , the roads that lead you , the channels you follow , have to follow . reaching for her sunglasses on the top of her head , she stepped outside . the garret was dusty and appeared unused . that was hard enough , having him at my door would be a near impossible temptation . a dim light glowed on a new honey-colored slate table set before the smaller hearth . she finally said , blowing her nose again loudly . when i return , i long to spend time with you . 