Cat runs into Dionysus’s room. 
He is thrown into a fit of rage. 
poor papaw says “Just calm down!” 
dio says that he can’t. 
Dio says that trauma and sadness is different in different people. 
papaw inquires “I am sixty-four. 
Sadness? You don’t know sadness.” with this pseudo-righteous voice. 
I stand in the middle, like a decrepit judge.
The silence is plaintive

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