I made a fool out of myself in that bar, and even if you didn’t set me up intentionally, this isn’t the end of it. I don’t know when—or how—but I’ll get you back. I can promise you that.
For now, I drive. At least, the rain has let up. The streets are dark and slick and desolate, and I swear it feels as though the whole world is against us. Not to mention, I heard my father’s voice coming out of that bar, and that’s impossible because he’s dead. Things are changing Jude, they are. I feel the earth turning faster, I sense summer moving further and further away, and suddenly I feel like we need to squeeze every last drop of it before it’s gone for good. Winter has never been good to us. Everything dies, and it’s coming, it’s turning colder, it always does.
Sure, there’s something about the
