Family deaths mean survivor meetings with bankers investors & lawyers; there are myriad awkward conversations about things one personally knows little about but one, as a survivor, must voice some opinion before the conversation can move on.
Today a kind Southern Lawyer, straight out of Faulkner, stopped the expected conversation dead with a question I had never heard before: What Is It That You Want?
I know exactly what’s expected of me, my family’s wishes & my family obligations, & I’m perfectly happy to do what’s expected; I’m old enough to understand Duty. But beyond Duty I had not thought of What I Want.
The fine Southern Lawyer, like Gavin Stevens, let the question hang in the air not like a damp sheet but like a kite, & watched me wrestle angels for an answer. I still 9 hours later have no answer.
Ecbatan 