“My mind is baking a bit. Nothing else but that. I’m upset trying to get answers but the temperature is at a point that cooks just right till I get the lesson.”
“It is always about food.”
“That’s’ not true.”
“Ok.”
“I can’t do anything. I must cook my way to some sort of understanding. I can’t do anything. It is all for my mind.”
“You make things so difficult.”
“For me. I have to hold everything center. I have to hold still.”
“Like?”
“Like someone put something hot on my chest.”