The volcano people had no clothes, so the nearby villagers clothed them. The organization gave them jeans. Our sister wrote to us: They will not settle. All day they wander around, and all night they walk the streets and the wreckage at the foot of the volcano. Last night, I stood at the window and watched a group of them break apart. One went here, one went there, one stood outside the boarding house and just looked. When we can get them all in the same place, we try to make them understand that they have no choice but to adjust to the way things are. I hate that! Why should they adjust? But they also can’t wander around forever, not being a part of things. Because they really aren’t a part of things. They’re all still in the volcano in their minds. {read}