I remember the avoided call – the one he knew not to answer. My syllables would challenge his plan. He knew I would tell him how much I loved him, how much I missed him and how I couldn’t wait to come visit California-coast-style the following week. His plan wouldn’t know what to do with … Continue reading Love, Billy (2)
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