Dangerous Compassions


“Hey, honey.  How’d you get so cute?” I asked. He was standing in the kitchen, wearing his heart tie dyed shirt, half-asleep.  He did not reply, eyes closed. “Deal with the devil?” “No,” he said. “Voodoo?” “No,” he said. “Magic spell?” “No,” he said. “Long term effort?” “Yeah,” he said, smiling, eyes opening. “Oooooh!  I… Read More »