Just a bit of life on a ranch in Northwest Iowa.
He politely said he’d ask his doctor about it the next time he saw him.
I don’t criticize Bill for drinking anymore. I know he probably just wants to die at the ranch or at least die “with his boots on” as cowboys are so fond of saying. He probably just wants to die doing what he loves.
I don’t even think there is a moral here. No good or bad ending. Just a suspenseful now until Bill’s heart gives way, and it will. Bill is still around. He still seems to be in good health and spirits.
But now I understand his short temper. I understand his drinking. He is mad. I’m sure he is just looking to forget his heart for a little while.
And I can’t blame him. I suppose I’ll just let Bill do what Bill wants to do. His parents seem to have let go of making him into something. Why work at a life when it isn’t going to come to fruition? What do you do with a death sentence hanging over your head?
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