The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them individually.The mother sent the 5 year old in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in th... afternoon.The preacher, a huge man with a deep booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, “Do you know where God is, son?”The boy’s mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open.So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone, “Where is God?! Again, the boy made. While we hadn't been close until lately, we were friends and I trusted him implicitly."What's up, Oz. It sounded pretty heavy on the phone." Yeah ... it is," I admitted. I sat in the old oak office chair in the back of his haberdashery. Ernie had closed up at five pm as he usually did on Saturday. We were alone. I had a hell of a time getting started. I spent a lot of time trying to get Ernie to understand this was going to be a very strange story and that I wanted him to listen and then we. Zou ze haar kutje ook voor hem scheren? Net zoals zij gisteravond voor Mark had gedaan? Zou Merel eigenlijk ook wel eens ontrouw zijn geweest aan Mark? Ze moest weer even aan Johan, haar vriendje, denken… Zou Johan haar een “lekker wijf” vinden? Een echte ‘milf’ zoals hij zei toen ze samen die internetfilmpjes aan het bekijken waren. Ze zag er wel zo uit, met haar zwarte haar in een bobkapsel en in haar strakke spijkerbroek en haar witte bloesje waar je haar borsten goed afgetekend in zag. We had been going back and forth in email and IM about the name. That was still not resolved.While I waited for the birth, I reviewed my fieldwork and came to a conclusion that I had failed to find a micro-economic factor. I was dealing with the prevailing economic factors of a society and an innovative, unique response to it. Not to suggest that is a minor thing, but it wasn't what I was looking for. I wrote that all out in a long detailed, annotated and footnoted letter to Cornie (my advisor).