I have to trust her. Her medicine might work, it might not. I have to trust that she has an intention to heal me. And then let be what will be. He trusted him to pay the rent for the hotel. It seems as though he didn’t. He saw him in the Avenue, he’s off work with stress. It’s all got too much. And the hotel stands empty. I want to not judge. It is not my place, I don’t know the whole truth. I want to trust. I want to trust that he, and indeed all of us, are doing our best with this live that we are in. I hope it all resolves itself. It is hard to fail in a small town, with all those eyes upon you. Some cannot take it, like the photographer who drowned himself. And the part-time crab-dresser, who did the same. So sad that they saw no other way. May they rest in peace.
She told us last night on the phone that one of his job on the ‘Ag & Fish’ was the feeling of bulls balls.
