The line.

I feel bad for not feeling bad. I feel bad for the ones who do really feel bad, though some of them may be hypocrites. But her personality was so strong, for better or worse, that her presence is seared into my brain, and it's hard to believe that presence is dead, even though I never expected to see her again. She was another in a long list of people I knew, both junkies and not, who just went somewhere, and that was that. So I don't feel too bad this time, but I have more of those calls coming to me.