“Well,” he said, so quiet I could barely hear him, “You can always come home. Any time, any reason.”
Poor man.
“Okay,” I told him.
What do you put in that word right now, Taylor? Do you intend to visit? Are you just saying it to make him think you might?
“What are you doing with yourself these days?”
Welp. Here goes the honesty.
Unless Taylor decides that he does deserve to know at this point.
I honestly think he does. He’s not gonna like it, but he deserves to know. This poor man has been wrecked by uncertainty since long before the story began. It’s about time to put some of that uncertainty to rest.
I struggled to find an answer, and was saved by the bell. One of the men by the wreck shouted, “Danny!” and my dad turned.
Lucky break, Taylor. Lucky break.
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