Huck and I are cuddled up in the big brown chair. His hair is getting long again, all rumpled curls on top. Face a little dirty, because it’s after nine in the morning. Big sweet eyes smiling up at me, waiting for a story.
“Once upon a time,” I begin, “there was a boy named—”
“ACID FIRE,” he interjects.
Bouncing Baby Boy
Discovered on the White Board
I Guess I Didn’t Need to Look Under the Seats
Assorted Friday notes