Chapter 19Josh woke as usual to the four P.M. alarm on his phone. Eight texts awaited him from Steve.
10:42 A.M.: You up?
11:12 A.M.: Up yet? I am.
12:18 P.M.: Still asleep?
12:46 P.M.: Up? I’m stoked!
1:23 P.M.: What are you doing for dinner/breakfast?
2:08 P.M.: Can I come over?
3:45 P.M.: Awake? Getting ready to leave. Okay?
4:00 P.M.: I’m on the way. I brought my bike.
Today was like any other day for Josh. A Thursday, he had to perform that night and couldn’t afford to lose his focus. His mind shielded him from distraction. The body concurred. Thoughts repressed. Feelings clung to bone. This was his way. The coming Tuesday and all these messages made no difference to the moment.
He didn’t reply and needn’t interrupt Steve’s conversation, because Steve carried it on with hims
