Divided into two parts

I have a lot of optimism the next night since I believe there is a strong possibility the four guys will go back to Rusty's.

No, they don't.

Even though the drive home is brief, I spend it singing along to a blues stream and experiencing the exquisite ache of longing for something I won't even allow myself to have.

I wonder whether Jacob still like blues music.

I went to the Whitman bookshop to add more salt to my wounds. A new book by one of my favorite writers is out, yet Mary is always on my mind. I remember meeting him and being eager...