The Peacock 1545

"I want you to be my friend. I don't have any more friends. All gone now. I have just you and the people in your house. I am very alone." "I want very much to be your friend, Jesús." I almost add stuff about respect and boundaries, but someone, probably the Holy Spirit, has just put a gag over my mouth. Or maybe Aaron while he is writing this all down. We are arriving home. Chuck's van is not in the driveway, so I am assuming that we will be in the house alone for a while. It is already three. I recall a quote from Sartre, that three in the afternoon is too early to finish something and too late to start something. Not that I have read a lot of the existentialist philosopher, and I have to admit that I read it on the sandwich board sign on the sidewalk on south Granville, just outside a trendy café. I really want to take a nap. I am tired right now. Then I will go on Skype with Erik. And Jesús? I imagine we'll have a snack together first and hang out in the kitchen...