I don’t know what possessed me, allowing Emily this folly.
The boy is not our flesh and blood. He will never amount to anything. Not with this silly God of his. Dammit. Business is business, and it is my business. What right has he to question my dealings?
Religion is the stupidest thing to ever happen to a human being. He has brains. He’s proven it with his endless string of A’s. But common sense? Pah, it all goes out the window whenever he thinks of that God of his. Why me? He could have been the best successor ever - with his brains and my street smarts, we could have built an empire to last generations.
But no. Business is too dirty for him. I don’t know what he wants. To be a monk? Do they even have that anymore?
Pure folly, this thing with the orphan. Emily is too soft.
But god, I miss Matthew. Now, he was a chip off the old block.
First set of auditions was last Sunday, with the next set this Sunday. After that, we'll be having callbacks and then we'll finalise on casting. I don't know if this is what's actually supposed to happen because we're kind of winging it. Whee (not really).
And... all this is happening... when I can't even finalise the ending.
I know, I suck at endings.
But everything just doesn't seem right.
I think my roadblock is I have this super duper impenetrable wall against doing anything remotely "preachy". But sometimes, that is what you need to do. Or not.
The narrator's zealotry sounds like an off-brand religion to me.ReplyDelete
In a way, it is. :)Delete