Thanksgiving

Date: 6/17/2023

I was with a man who was in prison. We were writing letters back and forth. I was living in the old house in Moline. For some reason, we went to Uncle Wayne's house in Andalusia. The man in prison was coming for a weekend. It didn't make much sense, though, because It was Thanksgiving. The man from prison came to the house, and he was only allowed to stay for a little while and then he had to go back to the prisoner. I had a letter from him, the last page had been written by a woman named Jennifer who said he was dead. When he came over, I was shocked. I thought he had died. He said Jennifer was crazy, and she was actually dead. My father was making the Thanksgiving dinner, and my mother was trying to get on a party bus so she could go and cash a check from a foreign country. The check looked fake to me and my dad, but she wanted to do it anyway. I said there wouldn't be anything open, because it's Thanksgiving. She didn't care. She didn't want the man to be at the house, but she left. The man and I were kissing and there were a bunch of cats around. It seemed the cat s were tiny babies, little tiny kittens. We wanted to go to a hotel, so we could have more privacy. He said we would do that the next weekend. I went upstairs, and Melissa was there an acting very strange She was acting like a very small child and was playing with stuffed animals. She had a little tiny bird that she was holding and her hand s. I was supposed to help move some of her things upstairs, but I didn't want to. But she was trying to have a conversation with me. I had no desire to talk to her. She was talking about cancer, and saying that Mark had cancer. She said it was in his throat. I said well, my dad had that kind of cancer too but he survived after it.