Three days following the Great Annie Wilkes Tax Bailout, Paul had been drowsing his way into his afternoon nap when the guys in the sweatshop weighed in, and weighed in heavy.
In a numb sort of way he understood and appreciated the bravery of the act, of making little lives that werent, creating the appearance of motion and the illusion of warmth. The picture was of a flowered meadow and the month said May, but Paul kept his own dates now on a piece of scrap paper, and according to his home-made calendar it was June 21.