Epilogue
January 28, 1973
Santa Monica, CA
Sammy was a morning person. That fact didn’t surprise Ed, but it sure as hell annoyed him when Sammy began his day as the sun came up. To be fair, Sammy did try to keep quiet and avoid waking Ed, but Ed was naturally a light sleeper. Within an hour, he would be up, too. Sammy always had breakfast waiting for him—and he was always smiling—so Ed didn’t complain too much. Especially when they sat on the front porch together, each of them cradling a cup of coffee, and silently watched the seagulls swoop over the waves in search for their breakfast.
“Sure beats the hell out of Evanston, doesn’t it?” Sammy looked up at the blue sky with a wide smile. The weather had been chilly and overcast for the past few weeks, but Ed would take a bit of rain ove
