I'm calling Kevin on the phone on a dark night, mid-winter. We are supposed to be meeting up, but he hasn't arrived.
"Are you still coming?, I ask when he answers. There's a brief pause and then he speaks in a soft, shaking voice indicative of great fear or loss:
"I don't know if I can."
Immediately my spirits sink. I feel all the energy go out of my end of the phone call.
"Why?"
Again there is a frightening pause.
In a whisper he says, "I thought someone was breaking into the apartment so I shot them...but it was Jeff and Ryan."
certainly it would not have been a voice indicative of fear but one of VICTORY!
ReplyDeleteI like how I leave the possibility that I MIGHT be able to come over open.
I actually came over to your place. And the gay sailor I work with who hangs out in Charm City was there along with my brother. I didn't see the corpses though. You did a good job cleaning up. Must've called the Wolf.
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