Errands

The world can be mean. At least that's the impression I get from these errands. When we first arrived outside the bank, my initial thought was that she wanted to rob it. I was quick to judge, but it felt logical. No, she was withdrawing from her own account. Not much in there. She only takes out a couple twenties. She lives mostly off the land. Whatever she can't grow or slaughter she's buys at a small town grocery store. They know her by name at the store, greeting her with warms smiles. They leer at Olivia and I though. I guess they don't take too kind to outsiders. This is the instance where the farmer is on our side. She cautions us to wait outside. However, it doesn't feel much better there. All the villagers passing by , stand and glare at us. We're not sure what they are capable of. We stand in anticipation. Praying there is no conflict, but preparing anyways. We stand with our fists clenched for what feels like an eternity. Eventually the farmer walks out to the street carrying a brown grocery bag. "The world can be mean." She says as a matter of fact. She places the groceries in her pick up truck. "Ready to visit our favorite lighthouse worker?"