CHAPTER FOUR
June 12, 1937 ~ Journal of Dr. Walter Stevens. Moved camper to Osceola Park, near the pool. Sat in open doorway of camper, drinking coffee, staring at the pool. A dove cooed. Couldn’t find it in the huge trees. Pretty little area. Nice slope down to the creek. It’d be prettier if it was green rather than dried up. Nebraska humidity hasn’t stifled fresh, clean air yet.
Question: why did water fill the pool, when the creek bed is cracked and flaked?
Question: what was so terrible that Henry was willing to give up life?
I must be tired. Last night, I unrolled my sleeping bag beside the pool. Was hoping … didn’t sleep at all. Feeling disjointed. Need to write all this down while it’s still clear.
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Present Day ~ Michael bent over, bumped his head against the ceiling of the c
