“Thanks, Papa, I’m trying. God, yes I’m trying very hard.” There were tears in Gunn’s eyes.
“Okay, Thad. Let’s get back to work.” Wilson laid his hand on Gunn’s shoulder. “Remember, you do have friends.” He turned and walked to his car and got in. Gunn wiped his eyes and then turned towards his own RPU.
I have friends. That’s good news, but the wrong one. Why can’t it be that January trusts me? Or, January Farrell loves Thad Gunn? Am I ready for that? I don’t even know what love is. I don’t know if I can love someone. I know that I’m attracted to her, I worry about her, I want to protect her. Is that love? Hell, I don’t know and I don’t know how to find out. What am I going to do? I don’t want to be lonesome anymore.
“Peter Eleven, KTR. Two-Eight-Three.” The radio jolted Thad out of his
