“But what are you doing here?”
“Is she really busy or is it something about us?”
I was the solution.
“If they are brilliant, why not?”
“Does she always glare at people in that manner?”
“Only when she is very angry. I had better go.”
And I looked down. And I saw nothing. Everything my people had created was gone.
He didn’t know how to answer. “I mean, yeah. She’s pretty.”
“Mama,” I said, “You should not be here.”
To his surprise the sky is beginning to darken.
He was nuts. I mean he has this incredible inner spark and he’s a great man. But he’s nuts.