(Part One) Of course! Why had it taken him so long to see what now was so clear. “I’m sorry if it hurt.” The laughter would surprise even her. It’s loudness. It’s forcefulness. It’s immediacy. A sudden, rapid chugga-chugga burst of a chortle-filled magazine...
This was one day he wanted to celebrate. Secretly, he did. Always. Every year. Usually with a small gesture of thought crowned with a smirk, unseen to most. Often, it would arrive unsuspected, a sudden realization, in line at The Coffee Bean or on the Durham Freeway...
