“But probably not.” From the present to the past and back, hot, to cold, to hot again I bounced. Replaying yet another conversation that hadn’t happened quite like I wanted to remember it, I practically put my head through the roof of the car when a tap came on the window.
“Oops.” Keith Kelly was all smiles when the window went down, his pudgy face red, a combination of the weather and embarrassment, no doubt. “Sorry, JB.”
“No worries. I was somewhere else in my head.”
Keith’s minivan had pulled up right behind my sedan. There was a tent and other camping equipment tied to his roof, including four rolled sleeping bags.
Once the preliminary welcome home was done, “On the way home from a camping trip?” I asked.
“I’m on the way home or headed right back out,” Keith leaned in to say, scra
