Why are you crying? Come, come, come. Sit. Have a glass of wine.

Another one. Tell me. What’s wrong? I’ve never seen you this upset.

I know, you carry on with your job and are indifferent to the outcome.

But, this evening…you look awful! Paler than usual. Look at those

bonny hands…they’re yellowish and mal nourished. You need to see a

doctor. My friend John just took care of me. I can give you his telephone

number. He is good. But going back to the beginning. Why are you so

upset…you want to tell me? We all know the world is in terrible shape.

Terrible. Millions are being moved…used by evil minds. Sadly.

The heart of man. Along with avarice and lust grabbing for power and

playing God, is dangerous. Very dangerous. I think I understand you.

I, a simple fellow minding his own business…trying to make a couple

of Dollars…here and there. Get sick of seeing daily injustices

committed in my neighborhood…I can’t imagine you…witnessing so

much around the entire planet. Sweet Jesus…! It would be impossible

for me to tolerate it for a second. Here, have a strong one

before you leave. Relax. I’m going to sing you a song.

Sweet sister Death, love you without compare/ your smile is always

pure and clean/ as if you were to the dentist every week/ give me a hug

and a kiss an a hug/ will not embrace you too hard but gently and

tenderly/ give me a smile…that’s better/ you’re leaving now…/ good luck

and don’t despair/ love you.

EO