Why, does one suppose, the primitives are so mum about the fates of the brain-damaged primitive and the convenience store primitive?
The primitives are acting as if these two of their own are radioactive, or contagious with the bubonic plague. They're staying far, far away from both of them, refusing to discuss them, refusing to speculate upon what they might be doing.
These two are their own, remember, and while they were around, great was the primitive clamor of protestations of caring, of friendship, of remembering. It was rather noisy, all these primitives shouting to the brain-damaged primitive and to the convenience store primitive, that they were friends, pals, chums, forever.
But now that they're gone.....silence.
Apparently the friendship of a primitive's not worth a plugged nickel.
I guess I'm personally most concerned with the convenience store primitive--the sour-assed brain-damaged primitive can go pound sand, for all I care--because I think I probably understand more than most, what she's going through. She's scared, she's confused, she's panicking.
<<<went through the same thing three times, but they all ended well, due to my confidence, daring, imagination, and brazen audacity.....and course the big one, God. But at the time, I wasn't so sure they'd end well.
I'm just really stunned that the primitives don't seem to care for two of their own.
What kind of "giving, caring community" is that?