Chapter 46

Now either write or play with yourself some more!

He looked at the clock. People would be coming home soon. Dressing seemed like the best idea, a red Ani shirt—back to the beginning of the T-shirt rotation—and a really stiff pair of jeans he shouldn’t have put in the dryer. Tom Alan stopped with one foot in, then reached for the Stephen Crane novel. He fanned through the pages, knowing if the tears started, he’d be gone for a while. What good would that do? He put the book down, refusing to let them out.