There’s this thing he likes to do after every big meeting. Or conference. He does both now.
He comes up to us, me and his assistant, and turns away, eyes narrowing as he waits for his assistant to slip his overcoat on for him.
It was Ice Cream Day and everyone in the high school cafeteria had been treated to delicious ice cream, and this warmed Donnie’s heart so much that he secretly cried in front of the lunch lady as she ladled it to him. But his tears quickly turned to dismay as he realized that he only had one scoop.
The waves rolled in and out, soothing the ear as they swept back and forth, like sand in a bottle falling from one end to the other.
I looked up at Francesca. She had been holding my hand, guiding me across the coastline in silence for a long time. Was…