March 17th, xxxy
"YOU LOOK LIKE A conglomerate in the exotic farmhouse he comes in once a week to think and hide away from the world."
"What do you mean?"
"Look at you. Casually strolling in your complete formal suit, the neat hair, polished shoes, your hand in your pocket. You look like you have all the time in the world and none of the worries."
Alpha North looks down at himself as if he has forgotten what he is wearing: as if Nancy had said he is wearing a stranger's face.
Her description of him is spot on, save for the conglomerate, exotic farmhouse and none of the worries. The farm could be his new place to come to think, to let down his hair and just water away.
When he had walked up to the farming trio, they didn't refuse him and Nancy had given him a oh, you're back look and a hose.
