What I do know. Rather, what he tells me over iced water on the patio, two hours after his shower: “A cleansing did occur for me, Tim. I understand my grandfather’s safe now. He’s in a better place. No one can hurt him where he’s at. He is loved. Loved. I know he is. I’m better now. Better.”
And he tells me thank you for bringing him to the cottage. And thanks me for taking care of him, and for being his friend. And thanks me for letting him sleep with me, and preparing French toast for him. And…and, “Whiteness, Tim. Sometimes it’s always about finding whiteness. Even when we hurt the most.”
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We meet again. Tarek and I. Are we supposed to? Indubitably. I’ve always believed that an upper hand controls when two people are supposed collide or not collide. Tangles happen for good rea
