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Bill's tryin' to sort through his thoughts, his emotions, like they're pieces of a gun to be taken apart, inspected, cleaned. But it ain't workin', 'cause when he tries to put 'em all together again they don't work right. They don't fit.
Two months, and he can't adapt. After Toccoa, after England and everything else, and it's this place he's havin' trouble with. A tropical fuckin' island and a metal Goddamn leg that probably works better than his old actual leg and he's miserable. Sure beats Bastogne. Sure beats seein' your buddies explode in front of your Goddamn face. He tries to think of it like that, he's outta the war, what more could he want? But he does, he wants. Frannie, his ma. Philly. Even in his happiest times here he hasn't been able to completely shake that weird feelin'. The one that makes him miss home so much it's like its own phantom limb.
What Joe told him yesterday was just icin' on the cake. It's why he's sitting out on the dock not doin' a damn thing he should be. Joe Toye, who he looked up to like a brother, a best friend, became somethin' Bill can hardly believe. He don't know what to even think. How could Joe keep that from him? What made him change like that? Was it this place? Was it Cain, somehow, some kinda influence? Was Joe like that before here? 'Cause he don't think so, no, there's just no way. Somethin' happened here, and it messed with his friend, and it hurts. 'Cause he didn't think his friend was a pervert, but more, 'cause he thought he knew Joe.
Lookin' out at the water, Bill rubs absently at a bruise on his jaw he got the other day, boxing. He realizes he just don't know a damned thing.
[Takes place earlier today.]
Two months, and he can't adapt. After Toccoa, after England and everything else, and it's this place he's havin' trouble with. A tropical fuckin' island and a metal Goddamn leg that probably works better than his old actual leg and he's miserable. Sure beats Bastogne. Sure beats seein' your buddies explode in front of your Goddamn face. He tries to think of it like that, he's outta the war, what more could he want? But he does, he wants. Frannie, his ma. Philly. Even in his happiest times here he hasn't been able to completely shake that weird feelin'. The one that makes him miss home so much it's like its own phantom limb.
What Joe told him yesterday was just icin' on the cake. It's why he's sitting out on the dock not doin' a damn thing he should be. Joe Toye, who he looked up to like a brother, a best friend, became somethin' Bill can hardly believe. He don't know what to even think. How could Joe keep that from him? What made him change like that? Was it this place? Was it Cain, somehow, some kinda influence? Was Joe like that before here? 'Cause he don't think so, no, there's just no way. Somethin' happened here, and it messed with his friend, and it hurts. 'Cause he didn't think his friend was a pervert, but more, 'cause he thought he knew Joe.
Lookin' out at the water, Bill rubs absently at a bruise on his jaw he got the other day, boxing. He realizes he just don't know a damned thing.
[Takes place earlier today.]