Two of Us, part I

[This short story is written in segments, each segment switching back and forth between two times. I will be posting each segment separately, so this one is pretty short.]

July 1969

I used to organize. I used to organize time. I used to organize space. I used to organize people. I used to be happy. I used to believe there were no wrongs. I used to believe I wasn’t dirty with sin. Sin does not exist exclusively in religions. There is always sin. There always will be. People murder. People rape. People run.