Malone

Is it possible to be both glad and disappointed? If it is, that’s how I feel when I see the lights of the Gilbert and Sons wrecker as it pulls up to where Slater and I stand between our vehicles. He drops his hand from my neck. The warmth from where he touched me is gone, allowing a coolness to seep into my bones. 

“Hey Nash, thanks for coming out.” I wave as a guy we grew up with hops down from what is actually a rollback. I’m not surprised to see him out at ...