The Return Of Cameron
Aug 31, 2018 · 14 min read

I am sitting in my underwear reading the obituaries in the LA Times when he calls. He never calls so I decide not to answer. By now I am not reading anymore and I’m simply standing above the paper waiting to see if a voicemail comes through. It doesn’t and now I have to wonder why he’d call mid-morning in the middle of the week.
Because I know him, I know I won’t have to wait long but I will have to wait. That will be his…

