At 82, I Found

wanted a lot of things.”

Frank stared at him.

Peter’s voice grew quieter. “You just never listened when she talked about them.”

The garage seemed to tilt slightly.

“That’s not fair,” Frank said.

Peter nodded once, sadly. “No. It probably isn’t. But it’s true.”

He left shortly after.

Frank stood alone among the paint cans, feeling something old and buried continue reading …