“Quite the fantasy, huh?” I asked, shifting for comfort on the hard cemetery ground, suddenly wondering if I was getting my pants all wet from the earlier storms. “I’ve developed a vivid imagination in my later years.” I decided they’d dry pretty quickly. “It’s that little touch of authenticity, those snippets of reality, words actually spoken that keep it all from seeming too farfetched, don’t you think?”
What would Dougie think?
The crows mocked me some more.
“Don’t worry, crows, I know it’s all made up. I just said so, for Christ’s sake. Just friends. Nothing more…ever.” I took a breath. “What if, though?” My mind bounced from one thought to another. “Why was I so God damned coy? s**t, maybe I’m letting myself off the hook, here. Maybe I was a jerk, a tease. Subtle hints, not so subt
