November is NaNoWriMo
I revolted. “Now, ” I asked.
It can’t be. I thought desperately. How can it be now. It was still premature. I hadn’t seen anything or suspected anything to make me think a change was needed.
“He is highly erratic and uncontrollable. He has been saying things. Once he had a drink, he is beyond control.”
“It’s Nathan! Dammit! We were in Nam together…”, my voice petered out.
“Are you telling me you wont do it? Is this the time you are telling me that you are not capable of doing the things you promised?”
I had gotten myself into things far beyond me. I couldn’t do this to Nathan. All the visions we had as teenagers, about country, about the world, about freedom, and all the good we could do.
Nathan, who had saved my life. Who was going to save him now?