I’ve slept with Esau in my arms every night for nearly three weeks. If everything goes according to plan—my plan for the day, his plan for the future—I wonder what we’re gonna do. Will they let him bring me to the firehouse? Let me sleep in his cot? ‘Cause I’m sure as hell never sleeping alone again if I can help it.
Gunther assures me he’s got it all under control. I rolled away from Esau in the middle of the night about a week ago, just long enough to squirt Gunther a text message and elicit his help. Today Esau turns nineteen, and I’m going for broke with his present. I’m hoping he’ll love it, but if he doesn’t, I’ll have some sorrows that are going to need drowning—either way, I need my best friend with me today.
And so we’re ambling across City Park to meet him. Esau doesn’t know th
