|Fearful of being dragged back to the asylum, Marie made her way down south to the Mexican border. |
Now settled, it's been a couple of moths since her exile, she’s now managed to enroll in a public high school and besides her shyness, things are picking up...
In the afternoons after school she works the third shift at an assembling factory in the outskirts of town. Working late is a hard task to manage, but she knows she needs the money.
Tired after her shift is done, she board the bus back to town, the bus is crowed has usual, filled whit all kind of strangers, ear crippling sounds and unearthly smells ...but then again she’s still not used the local scene.
Many things are strange and new to her, but there's always a familiar face waiting for her on the ride home.
An unsettling yet routine shiver goes down her spine right after his friend Bosh stomps one of the passengers, Bosh then gentility scoots over and makes room for her.
Now snuggled, Marie tries to make the best out of the long ride as she tries to muffle the on going rants of her left seated friend...
Bosh is a incorrigible close talker, and can go on babbling gibberish for hours pass...but lately he's grown increasingly talkative about the dreadful decay of morals and decency in modern Mexican society, and is always quick to blame it on the catholic church.
...I Guess he’s just a bit homesick, it's not easy to have lived has an early fifteenth century Netherlander painter.
Marie knows that some thing you just can't leave being.