I tell him I do not. I wonder what he would do if I told him to get rid of the blood room, if I said it was a barrier to the knowledge of the god inside me. I wonder what the shark would do. Sharks are supposed to be frenzied by blood. Is she surging behind my eyes, longing to break through the lenses and bathe? I don’t think so. But then I’m always bewildered by what she will and will not do.