Deep Calls to Deep
I smiled as I watched Sandy walking over to our usual tables after she’d placed the next round of drink orders, highly engrossed in reading something. She sat down on her seat opposite me, joining Britten, BJ, Michaela, Rye and Flynn as we enjoyed a relaxing Saturday morning chillout at our usual hangout in Rox café.
Bright-eyed and bushytailed we were not this morning, as last night had been stellar, and my friends had a great time until about 2 a.m. this morning, but I felt like I was the only one who hadn’t been having such a good time then. On the outside it was ‘party party’, but on the inside I was burning with missing Abe, not helping this resurgence of worry over not even knowing where he was and why he hadn’t returned my calls.
Sandy passed what she was readi
