Saturday, August 19, 2023

Up in your arms, too late to beg you

 Saturday shouldn't be a struggle but here it is and so it is. 

My friend Glen (something of a PI) told me today that he'd run into a wall, that he hadn't gotten anywhere with the information I gave him. I told him I suspect you've fled the country, probably living in France. That's my next search. In the meantime, I'll swallow my fear and call your dad, hope he doesn't shut down.

I need sleep. Hope for a better day in the morning. I need you, Sheila, save me from drowning!

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