Once, last year, I started going through my sins and Father Stephen said, "Oh, it's you, Josie."
Can you believe it? He recognised me by my sins. I'm so boring that I can't even change my sins from term to term. ↗
Sit back and get some sleep. Oh great. So if we have an accident and I'm asleep my resistance toward fighting death will be down and I'll wake up in a morgue. ↗
We don't even love each other.
I do a bit, you know.
You do what a bit?
You know. Like you...whatever...love you a bit.
I think I kind of love you too. ↗
I would rather die than ever see you suffering this way. I don't want you or any child I ever have or any woman I ever love to go through or feel what you're going through, but it's happened and I don't know what to do. ↗
