Broots sees too much. Does he see that sometimes I would kill to have a normal life, like all these hayseeds I affect to despise? That couple, with their prosaic life, married all those years, going to church, coaching baseball—my life is hell compared to theirs. I know the tedium would get to me after a while, but perhaps I would even welcome the tedium in place of this, this life in which nothing is under my control. Not where I work nor what I do, not Jarod nor how I search for him. I just want some peace.