I have felt his Presence, everywhere I go, both day and night, for a long time.
Arnold is like an imaginary friend, of the kind who never interacts with me.
He’s like a sort of variation of Crazy Rhoda Zimmerman, or Godot.
You know he’s always out there, and people often refer to him, but no one has any idea what he looks like or what he’s up to.
All my other friends and neighbors and I play it cool, always pretending to have been in touch with him, but in reality no one ever has.
One day, I suppose, someone will have to be the first one to give in and to admit exactly what is really going on.
Denise’s word this week is Presence.