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.