I hate this limbo. This expectation that rips the soul but at the same time, I would not ever end. Because I'm afraid, afraid to know whether the former director will be able to sell those fifty pages and the project behind it, because that would mean to know if I can survive for a few more months, if I take the children on holiday and let him go this damn bronchitis. Would feel more virile, able to provide for the family, as a powerful Canadian lumberjack.
But so far everything is quiet and I do not know what to think.
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