“I’ll have something to tell you when we’re alone,” he said.

In Food, Hautvoir, Local projects, Revision, Sanford Meisner on December 10, 2014 at 9:41 pm

Craziness. Almost nine-thirty pm, haven’t eaten yet, scribbled notes everywhere between bouts of sadness and indignation. Craziness.

What angers me about this particular boy’s situation is the fact that, for a second time in as many years, the mother is forcing her sons to be the grown-ups because she can’t seem to manage the transition to adulthood. (Will this go to waste, fiction-wise? Oh no, not a chance.) We joked about it, the boy and I, because he’s one resilient little guy. For his eyes to tear up, you know he’s struggling hard. So, after getting pulled out of this town less than two years ago; then getting wrenched out of the new place last summer, it’s pack up and leave again within the next ten days to go back to the other town – that is, if mom doesn’t decide to take off before then, and cancel whatever arrangements for goodbyes the boy has made for next week.

While he talked, I saw it shaping up. How one of the characters had left his home town. Now, if I can get some time back, please? Some? Damn it, I don’t know why but those two real-life brothers get to me.

Food. Yes, good idea.



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