Tennile,
Once I saw how things were gonna go, I went over to bring Saro into my confidence. She had football smears under her eyes and streaks like war paint down her neck. I started to tell her that is was going to go endemic–like a plague. I tried to tell her there was no sense in holding her breath and waiting for the air to clear. I tried to get ahold of her good sense but she wrested it back and focused on the floor.
I tried to repeat that thing Zeke told you and me that night we went fishing off the Swanee about crawdads and hurricanes. I tried, anyway, but I don’t think she could hear me over the rushing of blood in her ears.
Tenny, I’m scared for all of us, but for Saro mostly. Maybe you can try to get ahold of her? She needs someone to hold onto. These days it ain’t me.
Vester