Once again Tom was sitting atop his table adjacent to the parking lot at Delph Park. This time he wasn’t looking to make contact with just anyone, he was waiting for one person in particular—Alan, hoping he’d have just one more chance to make things right between them.
In the message Tom had left in the john he’d said he would be waiting at home, but he’d found he couldn’t do that. He was too anxious. What if Alan read the note and still decided not to come to the apartment? Tom had made up his mind to wait in the park so he could intercept Alan and increase his chances of being able to talk with him. So, every night for the past three nights he had come to Delph to take up his vigil.
While there, he pondered whether or not the guy Matt had talked about Sunday afternoon was Alan. Tom w
