Someone is gaslighting Micco and sadly, Micco is making it easy for whoever is doing this to get away with it...Micco's obvious reticence in confronting issues around him or taking steps to protect himself is getting tiring. In some manner of fashion, it is like he's taken residence in the Land of Miasma, stuck in the capital city Wallowing....
I understand he's not had it exactly easy, that life has been a terrible series of tragic incidences, but it is time to quit the poor me act and get his crap together...it is his responsibility to take that first step, no one else can do it for him...
Let's not forget the mother of all hurricanes is approaching...
The moon sets long before I reach my house. My journey home takes longer than usual, due less to Billie’s moonshine and more to the turmoil I feel in the air. Earth’s creatures are on the move, restless at a time when many should be quiescent. The air sizzles with some impending crisis I can’t identify. I stop often, listen, and reach out to question the animals’ foreboding. Get no answer.
And WTF is up with the entirety of this conversation???
Burke continues as though I said nothing. “I failed your mother, Micco. I couldn’t be there for her when she needed me.” He sucks in a deep breath, lifts his head and meets my eyes. “I won’t fail you the same way.”
As usual, red herrings abound...