Seaside Moors redline

@Jojo

The mountain wolves had been a no go-- there were far too many people and they'd silently agreed that neither of them were the most sociable sort. He would take rural charm over packs big enough to be the Church of Scientology any day. No pamphlets at the door, please.

As for the rest of the trip, it turned out that hitchhiking with an uncooperative leg was so cruel that it could've been a joke played by God in a bad mood.

Christ. What was with all the references to gods anyway? Ah-- there he went again.

The rain and the mist were relentless. The All-Powerful Man in the sky was having a field day with his condiments. Go easy on the salt shaker, dear. You have hypertension, the doctor was sayin. This looks nice, which was to say, it looked sad. Looked like some ancient Welsh giant had sneezed onto his handkerchief and wiped it out on the ground. Quaint and charming, nice like ugly Victorian wallpapers were nice. Nice like do-it-yourself wainscotting was nice.

Jojo? Y'there? He loitered near the border, looking around for the awkward boy, picking at his fraying sleeves.