2336. These were the thoughts Grandmother was thinking as
 she sipped her tea, when the voice in her head suddenly burst into her 
mind through the back door, and tipping over her mental furniture, and 
disrupting her meditation began hectoring her in a shrill voice.
 2337. “Grandmother,” God shouted, He always addressed
 her as Grandmother, “you have to do something about Coromo before it is
 too late. He has got it into his thick head that he is going to use 
your money and his credit card I gave him and go to New York.”
 2338. God, how I regret the day when I got him to apply 
for that credit card, what a mistake that was, but you never know what 
sort of unexpected turn things are going to take when you are dealing 
with people like that.
2339. And then you go and give him all that money, and now, between the two of us, we have conspired to ruin his life. Because if that young man goes to New York, even for just a tourist excursion trip, when he gets back here he will never be the same, he will be corrupted forever.




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