ENTRY # 39 “Come back!” “Come back here now! Your aunt Lil wants to see you!” Hidden under the table-clothed endtable; he watches pastel sensible shoes walk away then makes a break for the door. Out the door. Down the hall. Out the house and down the dirt drive. He looks back and sees more well dressed folk being let out of their cars, handing keys to Miles and Jed. …
ENTRY # 36 On a shelf in the back of the room are photos of the kids. Some have accidental shots of his wife – but they were such good shots of his son and daughter. A recent addition is a black and white shot of a run down shack, two grinning kids in front, arms slung over each others shoulder. Niel and Rosario standing in tall grass. The photo …
ENTRY # 35 Another sleepless night. Seems thats all he has nowadays. Forget the air conditioning, in hopes the sound of the surf could bring rest, he left the window open to the sea. What he heard instead was the bar closing crowd of Harleys at 2:00. By 3:00 there was just the sea, and the hum of the air conditioner fighting to regain control of the room. Old people …
