Egan didn’t know what to think. There was no sense trying.
He sat upon the bus-stand and tried…he tried to know, but to no avail…so he
decided to walk instead.
Why him? Why now, at this point in his life, did he not
matter? How did he let himself go so far adrift?
It
was long hot walk. For most of it Egan simply did the best he could at putting
one foot in front of the other. That was the work at hand, no reason to think
of anything else. ‘The trouble’ can wait ‘til you rest. No rush.
By
the time he got to his part of town, the sun was going down. What a shame, what
a shame…you see they got this name, this “sundown” … and it makes you feel
uneasy…queasy, really, like you don’t fit your skin no more. Like you thinking
with half your brain.
S’at
what this is? You presenting me with some kinda’ syndrome? Well, I’m not
shopping for syndromes, so go peddle them elsewhere. I choose
the
brain that I got. I do not choose the pain!!!...although it seems to choose me. But
this brain I’m taking with me… and I won’t go foggy with pharmaceuticals…I
won’t. I won’t go easy, but I will go, if you say so.
V
