Nic Narrates

“I love you, Nic.” That’s all his email said, but it made me cry. He doesn’t say things like that to me, doesn’t even talk to me very much. He used to call because he had a reason: how’s the car running, we have some of your mail, when do I have to pick you [...]

Filed under: childhood, family matters, in memory, quiet desperation, things people say, this is now, work in progress by Nic
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