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My sudden bout of clearheadedness did not come with a reprieve of fatigue, much to my chagrin. But I found an energy in that frustration, somehow, and I suspected it to be the source of my awakening, if I could dare to call it such.... It had something to do with the new suit Margaret had laid out for me. I didn't even realize it was new when I first put it on. And I still didn't realize it when I left Josef by the fire, kicking dirt upon it, screaming, trying in vain to extinguish it, such as he did after every night which we concluded there. "I swear to god," he said. "That this fire was on my side of the creek when we moved in. And now it won't ever go out!" That was my cue to my leave. It was as if our encounters by the fire were playing out on a loop. The same conversation, over and over again, however many times we had it. The only thing different on this occasion was my suit. I never wore a suit. Or at least I hadn't since I quit my job and moved out of the city. When I got back inside the house that night, the night of my seventy-seventh birthday, I looked in the mirror and finally noticed the suit. It was brand new. Something about the suit said, "You are ready to find some salvation in your lack of sleep. As long as I am on you, nothing can go wrong." I laid down next to Margaret. "Are you wearing that to bed?" She asked. "I'm never taking it off for as long as I still have to live." "Okay." She turned over and I settled in for another sleepless night. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/myspace/support