Michael Bach

So what if I start drinking up there?

Or I see that weird family again?

What difference does it make?

What difference does it make if they find out I need brain surgery?

Very dangerous thoughts I was having.

The cabin was pretty primitive, no TV.

My parents were hippies.

I was okay till dark.

And then it got quiet in a kind of a scary way.

Because Winter up there was a different animal.

You felt the woods much differently.

I was in the main room and I went into the kitchen and there they were, the people.

And this wasn't them in a tableau, I guess is the word, far away from me.

They were sitting at the kitchen table looking at me.

I mean, right there.

I had so completely absorbed them into my life at that point in a sick way that I just stood there and took them in.

I was getting all these details I never had before.

You know, their hair and the dress on the little girl and the boy and how his spine was crooked and he wasn't sitting in the wheelchair quite straight.

And

It was like we'd all become weirdly okay with each other.