As for the Chicken Farmer

We can presume Big Inca was fond of feathers. Tons of them, in fact. Enough to keep a chicken farmer in business.

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Big Inca

To: The Boss

From: Bill

Date: August 29 

I came home to find an FBI note half-slid under my door, “a routine background check” on a neighbor who left a year before I moved here, as I found out when I called the next morning.

I thought yrUBbury was supposed to be way off the beaten path.

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Big Inca

To: Bill

From: The Boss

Date: August 28

Of course not. To own one now would make everybody who knows you in urUBbury a bit suspicious.

Besides, something much more important than travel is happening to you.

For one thing, your personal experiences these days can teach you a lot about business. Listen, people say they want one thing, but often it’s really something quite different. They have dreams their comfort levels would never sustain in real life. So you sell to one and deliver to the other.

There’s an intimacy to business dealings, too. The kind of negotiations you do over dinner or drinks can be a kind of seduction.

But there can also be issues of trust or betrayal. Words that mean one thing to one party and something quite different to the other. Or totally different expectations.

There’s also the matter of closing the sale – knowing when to press for a decision, and knowing precisely what you need out of the deal.

On that count, you keep missing … but maybe you’re getting closer. I hope.

You’re sensing Lizzy can’t keep up her end of your bargain, whatever it is.

Previously, you thought Wendy was going to be your one true love for ever and ever. She connected you to emotions and playfulness buried deep within you.

She thought you were going to be her escape from everything she’d known before you. And when she realized how immense your craving was, she knew there was no escape through you. Or with you.

So when she escaped, she blew a big hole right through you. Well, it’s healing, however slowly.

Like it or not, it’s time for you to grow up and move on. Which you’re doing.

You definitely won’t need a navy blue suit for a long time.

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Big Inca

To: The Boss

From: Bill

Date: August 23 

Have I thanked you for the maps? You’re right. There are some neat trails around here.

Female pheasants in earthen shades strike me as being more beautiful than their gaudy males. Milkweed soars upward, toward the sun.

Sometimes I go alone. Sometimes with others.

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