actions.â
Roxy said, âItâs a little late for that.â
A jogger stopped to catch his breath and went on.
âThereâs only one thing to concern yourself with as applies to me,â Roxy said deliberately. âAfter years of enthusiasm, I am almost devoid of interest. Iâm sick of everything. The only response I can elicit from the family is greedy irritation. Finally, itâs the only response I want.â
Outside, Catherine said, âIâm so damned tired and your auntâs personal philosophy is the tiredest thing Iâve ever heard.â
âYou can see how she got that way though. Besides, we asked for it.â
âYouâre not like that and youâve got more reason to be.â
âWell, she keeps rolling. She keeps focused on the next thing. Collapsing into the present would kill her. I think sheâs hilarious.â
âDo you get chills when youâre exhausted?â
âYes, and I drop things and my knees ache.â
âWhy donât you give up?â
âWhat?â
âWhy donât you give up. If I were you Iâd give up.â Her cheeks were mottled from exhaustion. âYou have nowhere to go but down.â
âAnd you?â
âAt the last minute, Iâm going to drag myself tooth and nail to the bus station.â
âMemories will assail you before you get to Key Largo.â
âYour brain is decomposing,â said Catherine. âI can smell it from here.â
âI want to garner kudos by manufacturing an artificial paradise of household materials.â
âSit here.â
âThank you. But wonât the bus stop for us?â
âThis is no longer the stop.â
âIt is now. Catherine, if you are positioning me for discourse, quit it. Weâre tired.â
âYour father said to me that he should have never left you with the nuns. He should have handled things himself. He said that he let too many others do the things he should have done himself. He said he injured you and he wants a chance to make up for it.â
âI was just another snack to him and now heâs gone.â
âHeâs not gone. Chet, you have to go back and repair these holes. Youâre not getting anywhere.â
âHe got me below the waterline. Itâs a tribute to my durability that Iâve lasted this long. Jim didnât. And itâs a family legend that my mother died terminally pissed off.â
A city bus pulled up and stopped. The driver said it was no longer a stop. I thought that was thoughtful and said so. I told Catherine that I was not keen to pursue this conversation, and that the wolf was at the door.
âStop talking like that.â
âI have my version of events.â
âWhich is what?â
âTiny funerals.â
âIs that to say that if people donât suit you, you simply decide that theyâve died?â
âNo, Catherineââ
âWhat about me?â
âYouâre still with us.â
âHow much longer have I got?â
âYouâve still got some time left.â
Catherine got up and stalked into the blinding daylight. It seems Iâm always saying the wrong thing. But when the birds of morning induce terror, no one is at his best.
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Sometimes I wonder about box office. What makes good box office, you think. What if a depraved pervert throttled the weather girl, is that good box office? I donât know.
I have experienced disagreeable side effects in all my endeavors. Sometimes I look at a situation and know theyâre going to get me and I say to myself, I think Iâll just go ahead on out of here. I donât want disagreeable side effects. Itâs the additives. There has been a commotion among the impostors and they have introduced additives.
Jorge Cruz arrived late in the morning to discuss the orchestra. He was distressed at my choice of