“ the voices are the least of my concerns.   we’re basically friends at this point.    compadres.   confidants.      purgatory has much bigger bumps in the night than my little whispers. “

_{“are they now? purgatory may have much larger bumps, but i doubt as much as little whispers. you see, eventually, they will stop, and then that is when you realize…. that you’ll forever alone in this world.” a pause. “and the next.”}