A – Retired, for several years now.
B – Hmmm, yes.
A – But it isn’t as fulfilling as I thought it would be. I’ll be honest, I don’t know what to do with my time. I was never into hobbies, much, and now I find I just can’t get into that rhythm. Do you have hobbies?
B – I like to sew.
A – Not for me. Wouldn’t even try it, if I’m honest. But if I’m honest, I wouldn’t try it no matter what you said. I’m not a shirker, you see I just like to work. But now there is no work.
B – My husband builds furniture on the weekends. You could –
A – Furniture! At my age? I have no need for it. None at all. I want to give everything away, not accumulate more. There’s charity, I suppose, but I spend my entire life in service to God, and I think now it’s my time and not his.
B – You are a monk?
A – Goodness, no! A pastor. I had a wife. We weren’t blessed with children, I am supposed to say, but really the fact that we were childless was the blessing.
B – What is that? Our there? A tank?
A – What? Yes, I think so. Let me get my. Yes, yes, a tank. All the way here? So soon?
B – Nowhere is safe anymore. There is nowhere good left. I thought there might be but no, there isn’t.
Part of the Railroad Perfection series