September 12th, 2005

I am driving through the country in an RV. I am not alone, but I am not sure who else is with me. Over the radio I hear of a country man and his plight. His wife dies, so now he and his children preform a traveling religious show to get by. I drive past the religious show's tent and decide to check it out. Once stopped Phil Dipasqualli exits from the RV.
"I didn't know you were in there Phil," I say.
Phil ways hi, then walks over to talk to the father. Phil is speaking different than I remember. He is speaking in the same rural dialect as the father. The father is impressed. I go to say hi.
"I don't like you," says the father, "too city."
The father then introduces his seven children. Three late teen blonde daughters, a teen blonde daughter, a preteen redhead daughter, a brunette preteen son, and a brunette little child. The father then tells us the oldest son has taken over the wifely duties. The oldest son starts to cry at mention of this.
"Hold on," I think. "Is he saying he has sex with the oldest son?"
Then he tells us the redheaded daughter and youngest son play fiddle in the show.
...My awareness leaves my body and floats around the grounds. I spy the traveling salesman...
...The traveling salesman is spending all his time with the youngest blonde girl....
...The father discovers them, but the salesman claims he was studying religion with the blonde...
...The father goes hunting in the deep woods in the back arena...
...He is a horrible shot and accidentally shoots one of the three horses living in the woods...
...He leaves the woods and meets one of the blonde daughter. They hug, but it too much like a lover's embrace...
...My awareness reenters my body...
"Is everybody sick or what," I scream in my thoughts.
Rain begins to pour from the skies. I take shelter under an awning. I find a pop machine under the awning with me. It is filled with Pepsi's new flavor: two flavors in one bottle. The wind increases to a gale level. I run from the shelter. I run down a hallway to a room containing the Mother and all the children.
"Isn't she dead," I wonder.
The oldest blonde sisters act as if they know about the youngest blonde and the traveling salesman.