So where does that end, Frank? Because I look at you and my heart breaks because all I can see is just this endless, echoing loneliness. I’m not lonely, Karen. Bullshit. We are all lonely. I sometimes think that that is all that life is, we’re just- we’re just fighting not to be alone. So what do you want, Karen? What should I do? Should I let it go? No, but I want there to be an after. For you.
On the topic of the rocky mountain oysters, what is the worst food any of the Anglos have forced the others to eat? (Scones don't count.)