Some stayed long enough for me to recognize them, though, and I found myself clinging to those fiercely. They were images from when I was small, before Mother and Father were too tired to hide their fights from me. Saturday morning pancake breakfasts and games of catch out back, afternoons spent ...
A quick look told me they were all from Leon, and all variations on the theme of MAN WHERE R U? GOING HOME, I texted back, and made it maybe ten feet further toward my car before the response hit. “WRONG ANSWER. EVERYONE @ MONTAGUES. WAITING ON YOU.” Then, a second later, “RUNNING OUT THAT FRUITY...