Monday, August 30, 2010

New Orleans

I wasn't exactly off the grid, instead I was hold up in a plantation that Charlie was care taking at. I had a feeling that James had something to do with it, it was a sweet gig compared to the cemetery.

There was only one phone line in the house and I couldn't hear it in my room. Dylan was with with Don for the week. Something James seemed comfortable with. Walking and talking he was even more like his father, something that was a source of endless amusement.

Don wanted answers that I couldn't give him, he wanted to know what happened. Sure he married a drug using bum pregnant by another man but he couldn't figure out why the relationship fell apart.

Priscilla and Jane had stopped talking to me. They thought I would have returned by now but I couldn't, there was just something broken.

1 comment:

Shay said...

Just checking in. I need to figure out a way to get alerts when it is updated. Love the story.