John sat on the stoop of his mother’s home, eyeing the wallet photo of his mom, Bob and him, then glanced at the brown bungalow across the street. Bob Murphy’s house. Should he show him the photo perched between his fingers right now? He wasn’t sure. He looked around him. The neighborhood was quiet. People had gone off to work and the kids were at school.
Ignoring the urge for one of Sanjay’s little white helpers, he took up the cup of coffee beside him and sucked down a gulp. His sister would be arriving with the real estate lady anytime now. He sighed, knowing Peg wanted him to stay in town, to be an uncle to her children, but he knew he wasn’t uncle material. Besides, all the memories would be more than he could handle. No, it was best to close this chapter of his life. Sometimes, you
