Not Quite Almost

I watch Walt and that other guy from work. What’s his name? Kevin? Kyle? Kurt, I think.

Walt and I were going out shopping. Maybe a movie. But when we walked out the front door, Kurt happened. That was twenty minutes ago.

Walt looks at me. I sit on the stoop and smile. Let’s go! echoes in my head.

He keeps talking to Kurt. They laugh about work. Continue reading Not Quite Almost