Hope all had a lovely weekend. Mine started Thursday and didn’t touch a keyboard once. It was great. Maybe that’s the way to go… Anyhow, didn’t work out that way, so here we are. Going to approach this book a little differently in the next couple months. I’m always saying something like that but, as it’s always turned out, that sticks for about three days. We’ll see.
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NINE
How long Will sat at the stop sign on the County Road he wasn’t sure, but after getting honked at by three different vehicles trying to get out of town, he backed up onto the shoulder and sat some more. A few more vehicles moved past him as he idled on the gravel, some going out of town, some into town. The drivers—and every occupant—took a good look at him. This ought to firmly establish me as the newest local whackjob…
A left turn was back to the house. A right turn led to… anywhere but here
Will’s brain did a wonderful thing, something it hadn’t done in years. It stopped. It was like falling asleep, a dreamless sleep. And then it was awake again. The past had been reduced to one simple fact: He had always been the whackjob. He’d never had a choice, but that didn’t matter. He’d learned the hard way that life was smoother—not easier, but smoother—to live with the label than enduring the pain that came with trying to peel it off. So, all this boiled down to was one simple choice: Turn left, or turn right. Whackjob here, or whackjob somewhere else.
Will eased off the shoulder, and at the stop sign, the he kept the wheel moving to the left.
Finish what you started, Willem. Finish what you started.
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And that’s that, for now.
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