The phone call home
August 12, 2013On the bus ride home, he calls his mother, tells her how his son slithers between him and his wife at 5 am, about the nut tree in the backyard that drops detritus on the deck.
No, it’s not a black walnut, he says. It’s too small.
He watches the traffic crawl alongside as he talks, and the man crouched on the sidewalk next to the shopping cart. A group of school girls board at the 3rd stop, and they laugh as they pass him in the aisle.
Yes, he replies to her next question. He smiles. We’re fine.
100 Proof 
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