“‘I’ve always loved you, and when you love someone, you love the whole person, just as he or she is, and not as you would like them to be.’” Just a few lines in, though, a pause came. “Do you really think dreams come true, Justice?”
“Maybe, they can,” I said. “Maybe they can.”
* * * *
“But probably not.” From the present to the past and back, hot, to cold, to hot again I bounced. Replaying yet another conversation that hadn’t happened quite like I wanted to remember it, I practically put my head through the roof of the car when a tap came on the window.
“Oops.” Keith Kelly was all smiles when the window went down, his pudgy face red, a combination of the weather and embarrassment, no doubt. “Sorry, JB.”
“No worries. I was somewhere else in my head.”