I felt a whole world of trouble run off my back and for the first time in nearly two months I can exhale properly. Oh, the pictures you paint with your words. I can see those women on their knees (thank you for the prayers by the way...my little man is weak, but alive, thank God). And Roylene? Is it me or the words you’ve woven that create an unease in my spirit? She seems like a loon. Perhaps you should stick to your guns and steer clear of her? Has Toby written to you about her? Or then again, maybe you just make her nervous. Fear and nerves drive people into strange ways. That’s what I’ve been doing lately. Pushing that lazy summer “before” in the back of my mind and rationalizing my behavior with preposterous statements in my diary, like: “I was nervous. And my own fear led me straight into a crazy, spinning time when I did things so out of character I’m still trying to grasp it all.” Silly—but still, the early summer here feels like a hazy, watercolor dream.
