“I’m angry,” he said.
“I know.” I put my hands over his clenched fists.
“How did you do it?”
I shrugged. I don’t really know.
“Positive thinking?” I ask. The whole Universe rushes forward to shush me.
He growled. In only the way he can.
And that is the last time we talked.
See you in the next life, Steve. Your brownies still suck.
And I still have your Book Club book.
The Fox circa 2020BC