January 14, 2015

Andi hopped into her sunshine yellow snowsuit and boots.

January 13, 2015

“No you fucking didn’t, Dante. That’s Semisonic. You know that.”

She sat still, hands folded in her lap, head upturned to try to keep the tears in.

“Thank you. Great Pumpkin,” he said under his breath as he ran after his daughter.

“Girl, we’ve got to get some pizza into that body before you keel over.”

Flat fucking goddamned bitch tire standing between Maggie and her weekend.

He couldn’t think straight, but he could see clearly that this was how it was going to be for the rest of his life.

And he felt Mick Kelly wasn’t so lonesome anymore because he wasn’t so lonesome anymore.

She walked back to the tracks and watched the train flying by. She saw the open door. She started running for it.

“Cheers my dear to the years spent away and here!”