Every one of us has suffered. We don’t even have funerals anymore because the death never stops. We’re never gonna be the same. Ever. So what do we do? We dig deep and we find the strength to carry on. We work together and we rebuild. Not just the fences, the gates, the community, but ourselves. Our hearts, our minds.
- Didn’t you ever misjudge someone? Hmm? Andrea told me about your baby. That it might be your partner’s. But you’re caring for her and I admire that. Restitution for your own lack of insight. For failing to see the devil beside you.
- Oh, I see him, all right.