Chapter 5
Galen did sleep. There were dreams, but they were less terrifying because they started with his father’s death, and moved on to the time soon afterward when he and his mother learned to cope with the consequences, and to rely on each other to ease their pain.
When he told Neal, he added, “We never did celebrate Christmas. It was too painful. But otherwise, life wasn’t too bad, I suppose. I did stop expecting the world to give me everything I wanted.” He laughed ruefully. “Well, most of it, but not all.”
“Then you went away to college and learned you have to work for what you want.”
“I did?” This time Galen’s laugh was amused. “I guess so. I know if there’s a role in a show I really want, I have to bust my ass and do the best I can to get it.”
Neal grinned. “Much to Ricky’s d
