Big Inca

To: Bill

From: The Boss

Date: May 29

Never overlook gravity.

It’s what made those mills go round.

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Big Inca

To: Bill

From: The Boss

Date: May 8

What’s all this “herbcrafting”? I can’t tell if it’s Druid, Celtic, or Inca – or a blend of all three. I don’t think there’s any Viking influence.

Maybe it’s just one of those newly invented spiritual practices, with no real roots. Something to be trendy. Maybe you can enjoy it without getting too deeply entrenched. So I’m thinking.

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Big Inca

To: The Boss

From: Bill

Date: May 3 

Helping Goat-man and Laura move, I looked into the mirror I carried and no longer recognized myself. I like the Elizabethan stranger I see.

According to Astrid, one of her dorm neighbors says I look like a friendly freak.

Laura, seeing my old police-pass ID, says that even then I appeared not-quite-straight. “It’s the eyes,” she says.

Their new slum, with rounded windows, has its charm.

Goat-man and Laura spent four days together doing absolutely nothing, except enjoying each other.

I took Mercedes to Howard Patrick’s fancy restaurant. She told me of the lonely forty-seven-year-old salesman who took her there before. She ordered a Cuba libre. We needed to discuss some business.

Later, back at my place and hearing the neighbors fight and scream, Mercedes told me of being beaten over nothing as a child. A chore done less than perfectly. A dirty sink after washing dishes, perhaps. She swore she’d never talk to her mother again. The psychological profile is emerging.

The hills are untouchable.

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