So I took a deep breath, let it out and then began to tell him all about my friend Chris and how the movie had got me thinking about how Chris acts. I even told him about the time in the park when I’d seen Chris and he’d run away. We talked a long time about Chris and by the time I fell asleep I had become convinced that Chris was a member of the lingering dead.
So, our short weekend visit to Joey’s turned out to be not so short. It was about eight days before Mom and John were able to finally make it back to Joey’s house, because it wouldn’t stop snowing long enough for all the ice to melt!
Have I told you yet how much I miss Southern California?