Evan Mast by Elaine Oyzon-Mast
“Tita Weez? How come you go to the right?”
“Evan? Is that you?…I had a problem in my brain and it made me go right. But I can go straight now. And left. I can go left and right.”
“Can you go up and down?”
“That’s actually kinda hard. But I can go left and right and up and down.”
Then he hangs up the phone.