Not many people do Bill, but the best place to hide is in the middle of the herd. There's so many faces there that nobody will even notice ours." I explain.
That doesn't really seem to comfort Bill. And you know I don't blame him. Bill's used to everyone knowing his face, whether they liked it or not was another matter, but they knew it, and Bill knew theirs. That's the only life Bill has ever known and he'd grown very comfortable in it. Feeling comfortable in a place is more important to a person like Bill than it is to everyday folk. Bill seems to need familiar surroundings just to be able to get though his daily routine.
I feel kind of bad taking Bill away from that. Even though I'm giving up that same life so I that I can look after him and keep him safe, it's going to be easier for me. I'm just not sure that I did the right thing. I don't really know how he's going to take to city living. As I sit here worrying about all this I look over at Bill. That silly smile comes over his face again as he looks out the window. I wonder what goes on in that slow moving brain of his. Maybe he's just amused by the prairies themselves, the breadbasket of the world. And look at it, the flatness, the nothingness and all the loneliness that comes with it. Who would have thought that there could be so much life in nothing? Bill seems to see the life more than the nothing , he can even find entertainment in it. Maybe it's the swaying wheat beards that bring him so much enjoyment. Perhaps, to him, it's a grand ball and the wind is whistling a waltz for them dance to in perfect time. As I stare at Bill, I can't help thinking how nice it must be when things are so pure, and amusement so easily found.
It was when I was finishing up there at Marion's that she asked me if I knew anyone that could look after the yard for her. That was when I recommended Bill. I'd even driven up there and dropped Bill off for work sometimes, if the weather was too bad for him to use his bicycle. When I did, I would stop in and say hello to Marion. After a while I would stop up there in the middle of the day just for a visit. I'm going to miss those visits. She seemed to have such a kind way about her.