fair. Brad hardly qualifies as
a stranger. He’s become a real
friend, not to mention an ear for
my semi-demented ramblings,
mostly about Trey, who still
hasn’t learned to call. When he
first left, it was easy to believe
he was just too busy with settling
into the new semester. But now
I’m starting to think he has settled
into his pretty new girlfriend.
Don’t worry is Brad’s learned
council. Trey has never been
a master communicator.
But the fact is, I’m lonely, way
out here in Red Rock, still no
transportation, and no company
during the day but a couple of kids.
They’ve warmed up to me some,
but I will never be Mommy.
Trey manages to touch base
maybe once or twice a week.
Not enough. Not enough.
And there’s not enough crystal
between here and Mexico to combat
my growing sense of isolation.
Alone
Everything changes.
You might call it
distorted