do that.”
Then Leo said, very softly, “I was also hoping you might come.”
I almost laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because the idea of me traveling three states away at eighty-five with bad knees and a heart that liked to remind me it was tired seemed ridiculous.
“Leo, I’m an old man.”
“I know.”
“My driving days ended when I backed into my own mailbox continue reading …
