on later, there were more messages.
Gary first.
Mom call me. Diane’s losing it.
Then another.
I didn’t know she hadn’t actually asked you.
That one I read three times.
I called him.
He answered on the first ring. “Jesus, Ma.”
“Don’t start with me.”
He was quiet for a second. In the background I heard a child whining and a television too loud. “Where are you?continue reading …