ZACARIAS
10:12 a.m.
"I know shouldn't have additional thoughts. . . ."
"Here we go," Albert says. He's riding his bicycle close by me. He needed me to get on that demise trap with him. I didn't do it previously and I'm not doing it now. However, I was unable to allow my distrustfulness to hold him back from riding himself. "What are you thinking?"
"I need to go to the graveyard and visit my mother. I just know her through my father's accounts and I'd prefer to invest some energy with her," I say. "That telephone stall cemetery destroyed me, I surmise." My father ordinarily visited my mother alone on the grounds that I was too apprehensive to even consider making the outing. "Except if there's something different you need to do."
"You truly want to go to a graveyard on the day you're n
