Who was she to him. What did he need and what did she need. Do we need people. Parents, offspring, census reports. Marry her. It felt reassuring, that he could muster up the protection a child would need and he would be fostering love, creating something that was not his own, but marshalling up an inner strength to help what existed outside of himself. Not a hundred people, but two. He worked on the house and thought about Martha as a mantra that lay in his jaws. He wasn’t living a dangerous life, but taking care of his hundred people. Minister without portfolio! It was spring now and it rained for eight days straight, killing all the snow. The roof leaked. Everything should be made of plastic, including the birds and animals. The cows were calving. John had arrived, home from Alberta. Still operating a mile underground. He came up to Renews to see how Henry was doing at the house. He was cooking sausages on a barbecue in the rain. John: What I love about that liquor store in the Goulds is how the woman at the cash she takes the neck of a whiskey bottle and tips it upside down, flaps open a narrow paper bag, and slides the bottle in.
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