*The town of Ambrose was quiet today. Well, it was always quiet. But tonight, especially as the sun had begun to set, I felt lonely. Really lonely. Craving the company of a woman, specifically something soft, and gentle, I pulled on my finest clothes, and headed down to the church, praying at momma's casket, telling her about town, about how far my brother Vincent has come with his sculptures. Then I heard the church doors open, I was angry that another person interrupted me and my momma