Chapter 68

“Good advice from a cartoon bear, I think. Better than the mocking I get here from Heckle and Jeckle when I bare my soul wide open. I’m going to make a change,” I said quite loudly toward the sky and the trees. “I’m going to live.”

I listened for the crows, to see if they’d make fun of that.

“Nothing to say, huh? Maybe I’m finally doing something right, here?”

I wondered if crows flew south for the winter.

“It’s so frigging hot, you left too early, if you do.”

I gave them another chance to offer a critique.

“Just quiet, huh? I’m pretty sure they stay here, right, Dougie?”

I waited for confirmation from the crows, themselves.