Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Homeward Bound

Nick is getting on the bus home the same time I am. We sit next to each other and talk about the NL East.

I notice that his car isn’t in the parking lot.

“My son has the car today. He needed it for school,” he says. I offer Nick a ride home.

He lives about three blocks from my parents’ house. I drop him off.

“Would you like to come in and meet my wife and maybe have a drink?”

I tell him that I have to get home.

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