"I thought I was very caring with the old people." Said Jose as they sat in the plaza by the hotel. The sun had fallen quickly as Jose and Harry found themselves in the growing shade of the Gaudi hotel opposite the cathedral of his name in Astorga.
Pilgrims loved Astorga. The chocolate capital of the Camino arrived a perfect distance down the route from St Gien with 20-22 days completed most people were feeling like treats were required to maintain body weight.
Normally they were avoided to make the hills easier. Carrying weight up hills whether water, bodyweight, friends or relatives was always to be averted but inevitably after 3 weeks rules were to be broken.
"Avery's grandparents weren't quite so lucky" said Harry as he stroked his ponytail. It became a swish as Josie answered with laughter
"No they weren't", laughed josie - "victims of what I saw as a fascinating paradox between many pro lifers. There seems a case to answer where this anti abortion stance dramatically diminishes with the care of the aged, becoming more a, 'God is calling you' at the end of life. I know it's not universally applied but Avery seemed the perfect example of someone who could turn God into anything pro Avery. He would've made a great Cardinal. His parents both deteriorated badly and being put in that rest home was like administering the last rites."
"Well it was when he paid nurse N'jektastik"
Harry had a very red head a victim of seeing in the mirror what he wanted to see. He pulled the hair from his frugal frontal lobes and gathered each side carefully over his ears before rejoining again with his favourite bauble tie. It was a shell. He'd bought it in st gien pied fu Porte on the first evening. What he didn't realise was the bald section of his head was as red as his glass of vino tinto. It had moved from sunburn to a serious looking scourge blistering like a Cara potato in late October. Clearly Harry was an earlier variety than the cara but looked like he would benefit from wearing a hat during the day. Pilgrims do this so he wasn't alone. Even when they look after themselves whilst walking, they quickly forget when they start talking and Harry was talking. From a distance he looked like a frisky Shetland pony as his head moved from side to side in excitement.
"I loved that, I really loved that. He was such a horrible man this gave the reader no doubt he really was a horrible man, a proper US politician. Populist, parent killer and polecat.
"Well put, Harry" smiled Jose, " he had many other incredibly detestable qualities but I like your three 'p's"
Tommy turns cars by Jose Carruthers continues later....
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