In a way, I was almost happy to see her. The worst part of me, out in the flesh. Blinking back at me in the dim light, daring me to call her a name other than my own.

“Once you love something, you always love it in someway. You have to. it's like,…”

“D.C., Baltimore, Philadelphia, Austin... and you. I'll be there soon.”

“And the rest is history,' I said.Nah.' He shook his head. 'The rest is now.”

“He was looking at me, jsut as I'd thought he would be, but like Bert's, his lig…”