Sorry for not posting any interviews in a while. We've been...busy. There was an incident at a hospital and Frank was arrested. Everything was sorted out, but Frank wanted to stay in one place for a while.
So we stayed in this small town. It was fine. Frank and I got jobs and an apartment and in the mornings, when we woke up, we pretended that we couldn't remember our nightmares.
But everything ends sooner or later. Nothing lasts forever.
I worked as a waitress in a diner here. It's not fancy, but it's a job. Today, a man walked in. He ordered coffee and sipped it as he read a small, thin book. I tried not to notice his face or his hands, which were filled with wrinkles. I wiped tables until I saw he was gone.
He left his book behind. I opened it and two hours later, I was packed and ready to go. Frank came home and saw me and I showed him the book.
It was a list of cities. And three words: Get to work.
-- Carol Baker