Ahem. Hello. I only get so much time to use the computers here before they come and take me back to my room. Or to see the doctor. They say I'm doing better. Maybe I'll be able to leave someday. But I know better. I'll never leave here alive.
Once I had a family, a house, hundreds of obscure and wonderful books, three cats and a job. Now I stare out the window to my 'room' at Lake Superior and listen, and wait, and watch because I know too much. A lot has happened since the Twenties. We're not the only ones who move when things go sour or the government blows up your house. Things that ought not to have been out East, ought not to be here on the Great Lakes, either. But they are. They are.
