Mrs. Scattergood’s dreaming had become her
living. Baubo noticed. Noticed too that
she had sandwiched the mundane with her work and her grief. That’s some
sandwich. Well that is life, is it
not? The practical, the soul. They meet in a multitude of
combinations. You can see, as Baubo did,
when a person’s life feels empty. It’s
always the eyes that show it but you can hear it too. If you are not hearing pain you are hearing
someone that has let life leave them. They will feel empty, without spirit. But
the person going through this might not know that they are dry as a husk. How
dry is that? Dry, really dry. No grits,
no maize, no amazing.
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