4
No Hard Feelings
Strange as it might seem, I don’t know my real name. Jeffry, I think. That’s just a guess though, based on some vague memories of being called ‘Jeffie’ when I was very little. But I’m not sure. Nor do I know my actual age. On paper—as Joseph Tyler Kettleman—my age is thirty-seven. But I’m probably a couple years older. Or a bit younger, maybe.
For the first half of my life—the part after ‘Jeffie’ but before Kettleman—I was Jonathan Sturgis. That name was given to me by the man who raised me, Jim Flint, after he killed my parents.
Well, my father anyway. I’m not sure who killed my mother. But it happened right in front of me.
As I listened to the melodic click-clack of tracks passing beneath the train, I thought back on that night. It was so long ago, the memories we
