Chapter 19

“Oh.” I played along.

I’ve forgotten what a movie is, Georgia,I told her in print.

“You have awoken in an odd mood,” she responded in voice.

What will become of me when you die?

When I turned my back to Georgia, guilty about the shocking intent with which my question was purposefully delivered, she did the same to me.

“It does no good to plan for the future, Pennsylvania. This I have learned.” And with those words, Georgia walked away.

It was a warm day outside. I watched Ewan’s workmen pour the cement and place the posts that would construct the walkway. They toiled shirtless. Their sweaty backs glistened in the sunlight and their damp trousers conformed to equally sticky legs, thighs, and buttocks. That part of me that had been rekindled was unrelenting. Only when Georgia returned with food could I put it to rest a bit.