I Let Them Throw Me Out Before They Learned What Richard Left Me

there. He turned his head fast and cleared his throat like it was allergies in November.

David said nothing.

Not because he didn’t care. I think by then he had realized caring late is a poor bargain.

Then came the turn I hadn’t planned.

David reached into his inside jacket pocket and took out a ring of keys.

House keys. Garage opener. The little brass side-door continue reading …