eat pie because of your hospital diet.
Are you on a hospital diet? What do they feed you in Germany? Is it the same food as you get in the army dining room or is it better? Oh, I don’t know why I’m writing you questions. I guess it’s just my mind thinking of things, thinking of you and what you’re doing all day now that you’re wounded.
Alexandria drew you a picture. It’s mostly just red and blue lines of coloring but she seemed real intent on making you a pretty picture so just think of it as a special portrait from your favorite girl. I hung your army photograph on the refrigerator door and every time I get her juice or some milk, I show her your face and say your name. One day a week or so ago, I swear she said “Waymon,” and that should make you feel pretty good because she hasn’t yet said anybody else’s name. Francine keeps trying to get her to call out “Aunt Francie” but even though Alexandria makes a lot of noise and you’d think she’s really talking, she doesn’t know many words and “Fr’s” are a little hard for her, I think.
She recognizes faces, of course. That’s the easy part for her. And she gets picked up and toted by just about everybody in Pie Town; so the good thing is that she’s not afraid of anybody. I guess that’s a good thing. ‘Course, I’ll have to keep a close eye on her if we ever go to a big city or something. She could easily crawl into the arms of the wrong person with that trusting nature of hers.
Frank and I still work together and we’re still eating our lunch together every day. We don’t say a lot about you and the accident. I think talking about it makes him nervous. And when he’s nervous, he just walks out of the garage, heading north. I never know if he’s coming back and I should wait on him or if I should just finish what I’m doing, close the garage, and go home. I told him one time just to let me know when he was leaving but it’s like he just all of a sudden gets a queer thought in his head and has to get out in the hills. I had an uncle like that too but he’d been locked up for a long time. I think he just needed to make good use of his freedom. I don’t know about Frank. I guess he just finds more comfort being with the animals, away from the people, than he does sharing his company with the folks from town. I do know he worries about you even though he never lets on as such.
I’m real glad he approves of the two of us together. I don’t usually care what most people think of me; but I care what Frank thinks. Him and Roger, Malene, Francine, Christine, Fred and Bea, I feel like I have a family here. I feel like I’m a part of something I’ve never had and I guess that means I care how they think I’m doing.
They all love you, that’s for sure. I mean, I knew it when you left for boot camp. I heard all the stuff they said about you joining the army and everything but since they all heard about you getting hurt, everybody has to stop and tell me and Frank how much you mean to them and how they’re all praying for you. It’s a nice thing, Raymond. I hope you know what you mean to the folks here.
Father George asked me the other day how I fell in love with you. I told him about our talks and how nice you’ve always been to me, how it never seemed to bother you that I was pregnant. But he seemed so curious about how we could be as close as we are when we haven’t really spent that much time together. I told him that I thought we had a lot in common, that we seemed to see the world kind of alike. I also told him that I wasn’t trying so hard to impress you, to be something I’m not and that you seemed just fine with that. I told him that can make a girl fall in love more than anything. And then I asked him why he wanted to know so much and whether he was thinking about leaving the priesthood and hooking up with Bea’s niece from Socorro who has started coming to church quite a bit. He blushed when I asked him the question
Are you on a hospital diet? What do they feed you in Germany? Is it the same food as you get in the army dining room or is it better? Oh, I don’t know why I’m writing you questions. I guess it’s just my mind thinking of things, thinking of you and what you’re doing all day now that you’re wounded.
Alexandria drew you a picture. It’s mostly just red and blue lines of coloring but she seemed real intent on making you a pretty picture so just think of it as a special portrait from your favorite girl. I hung your army photograph on the refrigerator door and every time I get her juice or some milk, I show her your face and say your name. One day a week or so ago, I swear she said “Waymon,” and that should make you feel pretty good because she hasn’t yet said anybody else’s name. Francine keeps trying to get her to call out “Aunt Francie” but even though Alexandria makes a lot of noise and you’d think she’s really talking, she doesn’t know many words and “Fr’s” are a little hard for her, I think.
She recognizes faces, of course. That’s the easy part for her. And she gets picked up and toted by just about everybody in Pie Town; so the good thing is that she’s not afraid of anybody. I guess that’s a good thing. ‘Course, I’ll have to keep a close eye on her if we ever go to a big city or something. She could easily crawl into the arms of the wrong person with that trusting nature of hers.
Frank and I still work together and we’re still eating our lunch together every day. We don’t say a lot about you and the accident. I think talking about it makes him nervous. And when he’s nervous, he just walks out of the garage, heading north. I never know if he’s coming back and I should wait on him or if I should just finish what I’m doing, close the garage, and go home. I told him one time just to let me know when he was leaving but it’s like he just all of a sudden gets a queer thought in his head and has to get out in the hills. I had an uncle like that too but he’d been locked up for a long time. I think he just needed to make good use of his freedom. I don’t know about Frank. I guess he just finds more comfort being with the animals, away from the people, than he does sharing his company with the folks from town. I do know he worries about you even though he never lets on as such.
I’m real glad he approves of the two of us together. I don’t usually care what most people think of me; but I care what Frank thinks. Him and Roger, Malene, Francine, Christine, Fred and Bea, I feel like I have a family here. I feel like I’m a part of something I’ve never had and I guess that means I care how they think I’m doing.
They all love you, that’s for sure. I mean, I knew it when you left for boot camp. I heard all the stuff they said about you joining the army and everything but since they all heard about you getting hurt, everybody has to stop and tell me and Frank how much you mean to them and how they’re all praying for you. It’s a nice thing, Raymond. I hope you know what you mean to the folks here.
Father George asked me the other day how I fell in love with you. I told him about our talks and how nice you’ve always been to me, how it never seemed to bother you that I was pregnant. But he seemed so curious about how we could be as close as we are when we haven’t really spent that much time together. I told him that I thought we had a lot in common, that we seemed to see the world kind of alike. I also told him that I wasn’t trying so hard to impress you, to be something I’m not and that you seemed just fine with that. I told him that can make a girl fall in love more than anything. And then I asked him why he wanted to know so much and whether he was thinking about leaving the priesthood and hooking up with Bea’s niece from Socorro who has started coming to church quite a bit. He blushed when I asked him the question
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