Tommy
The next day dawned bitterly cold, the kind of Nebraska morning with overcast clouds that should have foretold rain, sleet, or snow and been above freezing. But this early spring had been one of the loco ones—running from butt-crack freezing temperatures after a hard snowfall to almost balmy fifty degree days where the snow melted back to nearly non-existent and gloves went from fur lined to plain leather. s**t, I’d even thought about wearing my cut-offs and vented gimme hat one day.
I’d risen before dawn, unable to break a lifetime of early hours. After cleaning up, I’d found VJ in the kitchen making coffee. He looked a little lost, and when I sat down with a hot, steaming mug, I got it. Damn, there were no morning check-ins or chores. When I looked up at him standing near the sto
