11 DEAR SISTER
Livingston, Montana
JAMES GOT TIRED of waiting for his sis to return home and had broken into her place, eating her food and snoozing on the couch. If anything, he was persistent. He could no longer remain on that porch and chance anyone recognizing him. He needed a place to lie low for a while and recuperate for a while. He had no idea where Jessica was, or when she’d return back. However, he was reasonably sure that she would not be pleased to see him in her house, or at all.
Stepping out of the blazing shower, James wrapped a towel around his worn body, combed his long, gray hair, and made himself a cup of coffee. For the first time in a long while, he was in no rush to move.
As he sat in the dining room, James took a sip from his coffee mug and opened the Sunday ne
