The pie is on the table. I want to throw it, i want to hold it tight, i want it out of my sight. Rikk is not coming. He will probably never be back to this house. My heart is filling my chest, exploding out of my eyes. He was turned away at the border, threatened for three hours with jail and having the car impounded. He cannot return without a waiver for something trivial 25 years ago. A waiver, if approved, takes about 8 months to process.
I am alone again.