Randy, after speaking with Katherine, had decided that another ten days might be okay.
There were walls that still needed to come down and emotions that still needed to be excavated. Twenty plus years of shit layered thick and deep and compacted could not be processed in so little a time frame.
Randy knew he finally had to surrender and commit to this process if it was going to do him and those he loved any good at all. It would be difficult, as some emotional crap is bound to be, but it would be worth it.
If only he could get through this without the obnoxiousness of the residents.
Randy had decided that with his age came a certain low level of tolerance for unreal people, those who weren't true to themselves. Those who blindly followed without thought of how they were damaging themselves or others.
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