Our ‘companionship’ built from there, and it was good. We found we had a lot of things in common. And then, in the middle of August, the unthinkable happened. My cell phone rang late on a Sunday afternoon. I was at home, trying to clean up my apartment, since Corey was coming over later, said he wanted to see it. I didn’t realize how many coins were stuck under the cushions in all my furniture. Hell, the lint had grown to the size of moth balls. I looked at the caller ID.
“Hey, Corey,” I said, a smile in my voice.
“My dad had a heart attack. He’s on life support.” His voice sounded flat, lifeless.
“s**t!” Corey wasn’t close to his dad, but he was still the only family Corey had. “Where are you?”
“At Bethlehem Hospital.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Hurry.”
I made it to the hos
