Music for the heart, mind, and spirit...

I was at work and I needed to go from one building to another and Bill showed up with this girl. I recognized her from Bill’s house. She had hurt her ankle and he was taking her to an infirmary at Y! We stayed with her and chatted a little. She was nervous about her ankle but I assured her that everything was going to be fine. When she was called on, we left. Bill’s car was not the Prius that he normally drives but this old Dodge Charger. The body was in good condition but the inside was half finished. He had laid down this tericloth kind of fabric in light and dark blues but the pieces in the headliner were drooping down because he hadn’t finished tucking it into the weather stripping of the doors and windows. I asked him why he didn’t finish it and he said because he’d grown tired of working on it. His attitude was kinda odd. He seemed to have this egoic confidence that portrayed itself as pompous.

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