it would make a scene, I suspect, if I caused among those who are surrounding  me the kind of pain I carry (not to brag, she said with false humility, but there’s a fair bit trapped inside)   (and honestly, they own much of it).   the blood spatter, however, would make extra work for our waitress, and service workers are overworked, underpaid, borderline-slave labour. … Continue reading Not what I want.