
From Prologue, Page 4
I admitted defeat: “He’s gone, isn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, man…” Now a tear started. A little one. And the only person I had to share my grief with was this poor woman I used to copy my Algebra homework from…a woman who had no idea I idolized her brother to almost Grecian myth proportions.
“Joseph, you okay?”
“I always thought I would run into him again. Someday.”
Someday. A date on everyone’s appointment calendar…where a million hopes and dreams are made…and then rescheduled. “Someday” was a timid little boy often bullied into submission by his two older cousins: Despair and Death.
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