Call Me. Or Text. Text is better.
That’s what friends are for.
Friendship
That’s what friends are for.
WHAT FOLLOWS IS A WORK OF FICTION (mostly)
Friday morning, I awoke to a text from a friend:
— Are you home today? Can I come out and see you? Could be there by 10.
It’s rare that someone volunteers to drive out to see me from the city. Not that I’m that far, it’s just a royal pain in the as…
