Backwards only can do. For privacy. Concise, out of. System without wave making.
Lovely she was. Many years ago, different culture.
He:broken. Long time, ago.
What he wanted was family , love, given up on most everything else.
Start from back to front. Make sense even if leaving most or some out. Memory problem.
Promised to love and obey, till death to us part.
start with now.
The other husband moved in.
Yesterday, his young daughter showed up, he just getting out of hernia surgery, had a row with surgeon, cause obsession of not waking up. They settled with just enough propofol, and a lot of Fentamil.
Lots of pain laying on couch.
Youngest daughter comes over.
With grandson 2 years, Aiden. Quite as can be.
He plays , wants nutcracker belonged to his youngest son now past. He wants it.
2nd husband comes out starts playing, up to the kid, while he is telling her ,can't come over this week cause doc told him can't lift kid on account of the hernia operation, for at least a month.
2nd husband is cutsie pying with kid, and cooing saying I love you little kid, in spite of, having own two or three wives back in the old country. One set of twins didn't make it, but he says he loved them anyway, cause they were his. His number one wife, was also left behind, one of whose five sons are here, looking for a job.
He is a good kid of nearly fifty years old, the youngest. Now the number two husband's brother who went to Alaska and has not been seen since, got a job fishing up there, but that was 40 years ago, when his wife was married to him.
So he comes out playing with the baby, and the baby was big, that's why he can't pick him up, that is the first husband, and he lays in bed groaning worrying about his bowl movement since narcotic caused a blockage, and he is worried about a re-rupture.
Bottom line he is thinking about also, going back to the old country, but last visit just reminded him of the green grass being greener there, an old fallacy.
So 2nd husband is shooting the breeze about how he was a black belt back 50 years ago, blah blah blah, and he sings, and first husband says sing something, and he says I have it recorded, and plays it a kind of nostalgic trip into the various love channels he seemed to sustain all these years.
the kid wants to get away from his grip. And the first husband, will call him chump, says nothing but thinks only of the balance, he is way way heavier, therefore he has a tremendous karmic advantage against the first husband whom we shall call bump.
Literally bumped around, and bumped around, and now living with them, with his youngest son.
Then comes a kind of morphic slashing with the knives of cruelty; how could you warm up to this ibniscebt child, while admitting that you never saw the twins, who died, and you say you loved them.
He emvraces chump's daughter, and wraps his black belted arms around her.
CLINCHER there is as always, how can he do it? To taunt, chump says, hey bump, while I am layer up, maybe you can go over and take care of the kid?
Who has since managed to escape the arms that held him.
Meanwhile Bump's son comes out and offers to cook something, and Chump accepts, even though familiar of poisoning in bump's cultural heritage.
They end up pals, chump realistic about had weight favoring bump by sheer numbers, but believing of the weight of the soul, proven by song by the last concert given by the WHO inSan Francisco, back in 1969 think it was in the Fremont, where the event's signature was 'The Weight',how prophetic Chump thought.
So here they are measuring weights,and the only central heavy weight is SHE with whom both are in love. Well not exactly. Bump has a lot to ride on this one being homeless and all, with her very good central position as the vertex of all her perceived responsibility, which she has set up as the leader of the cult.
For thi and her feminine vulnerability,
, her other side consisting of a weak soul needing a buttress of very weighty and insolvent massive responsibility, which is shared, he loves her like crazy, and many times accusingly she points a wagging forefinger at him:brother are you crazy to love me.
And she is as crazy as he is, for having as many husbands, but he is no angel, for his make lover, is his only counterweight against this simingly accurately calibrated delicate balance.
SO HE DECIDES NOW to let things take their course, because, things are veering out of control.