They gone. Went into the woods just today.
Dear Trevor,
I’ve been wondering if I hope you make the team. Would it be good for you to feel the joy of being accepted into the tribe of basketball players? Or would it be better for you to experience the pathos of rejection, so that you can empathize with others in their moments of isolation?
Who am I kidding? I hope you make the team. Rejection sucks.
I wandered down to the Laughing Gull this morning for a cup of coffee. Not to drink, but at least to sit over. At least Sung’s Hee’s coffee is warm enough to produce a little steam. I can pretend that it would taste good, as long as I never forget myself and actually drink it.
Business was slow at the gull, so Sung Hee sat next to me at the table. “Have you heard?” she said.
“Heard what?”
“About Martin and that woman.”
“Julia?”
“That her name? They gone. Went into the woods just today. Martin stopped in to say goodbye. He said, ‘You’ll never see me again, This dear lady and I are traveling to the great beyond.’ Then he dragged that woman straight up into the trees.”
I’m writing to you now to let you know I’m going after then. I don’t mean you’ll never hear from me again. I’m going to follow them, though, and see where they go, how they go, whatever. Not that I think Martin knows what he’s doing. But if there were, say, rabid bears in the woods, I’m pretty sure they’d try to eat Martin before they’d eat me.
Wish me luck, as I wish you luck. Whatever that means. I’m doing something, simply because it’s better than doing nothing.
Dad
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