Free 600 Hours of Edward by Craig Lancaster

and I wonder how someone could possibly know such a thing. A heart is a mysterious thing to know. Doctors know how they work, of course, and can sometimes fix them when they’re not working correctly. But the mechanics of the heart are not what people are talking about when they say such things. They are talking about a person’s intentions or nature or goodness—or perhaps, in the case of someone like Mike, the opposite of goodness.
    I do not understand how one can know such things, the way people know that the Declaration of Independence was signed on July 4, 1776, or that the cheetah is the fastest land mammal. Those things can be measured and verified. Hearts cannot. Still, I cannot fight the notion that Donna has a strong heart, no matter how imprecise I know that feeling to be.
    I feel bad for Donna Middleton. It must be difficult for her. Boys, even good boys like Kyle, must be difficult to raise. She isdoing it alone, though she must be doing something right. I guess Kyle will be coming home today from his grandparents’ house in Laurel. I hope he is a good boy to his mother for a while.
    I don’t think Donna Middleton wants to be alone like she is. How could she, having been with the Mikes and Troys and Donalds that she has been with? I think it must be very difficult and sad to want something and to not get it, no matter how hard you try. She lived with Mike, and he tried to choke her.
    I feel bad for Donna Middleton. But I do not feel sorry for her. This is a fine distinction, I think, but it feels right to me. I do not think Donna Middleton would appreciate my feeling sorry for her. I don’t know her heart, but I feel confident about that. That confidence will have to do until the facts come in.
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    At 4:38 a.m. on the 293rd day of the year (because it’s a leap year), I’m munching on corn flakes and sitting in front of the computer, logging on to Montana Personal Connect.
    Inbox (1).
    I click the link.
    Hi Edward!
    Thanks SOOOOO much for answering my questions.
Yours’ are great. Here are my answers:
    1. I’m not sure of the number. A bunch. Online dating is hard. But what are you going to do. Its not like Im going to meet someone in Broadview. Ha ha.
    2. I like summer. Go to the lake, ride in a boat, get a tan. LOL. Do you like the lake?
    3. What is
Dragnet
?
    4. Any kind pretty much. I like classic rock and country. I LOVE Garth Brooks.
    5. I don’t go on many vacations. The last one I took was to Colorado for mountain biking. What about you?
    Edward do you think maybe you would like to meet? Let me know.
    Bye!
    Joy
    There is so much wrong with this note I almost do not know where to begin. But then there is that question. Do I want to meet? I am shocked to realize that, until this very moment, 4:44 a.m. on October 19, the 293rd day of the year (because it’s a leap year), I never suspected that participating in an online dating website might actually result in an online date.
    Also, I have an idea.
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    I’m in the basement, and I’m taking inventory.
    The front wheel and the pedals on my eighteen-speed bicycle will work. It’s not like the bike is getting much use from me. My parents gave it to me for Christmas in 2002. I took it out once and nearly got run over by a car on Lewis Avenue. It has been down in the basement since.
    I know the big back wheels on my mulching mower, which is out in the garage, will work. Taking them will render the mower useless, but I won’t need to worry about that until next spring.
    I’m going to need some lumber and some hardware—bolts and nuts and such—and some paint and some lacquer and some other things, too. I need to write my inventory down and take some measurements. Home Depot will be open in two hours and forty-three minutes.
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    My idea—for now, I am going to call it “The Big Project”—is one of the best that I have had in a while. I used to have a lot of big ideas, and I have never made any secret of the fact