Broken PromisesChapter 7
August 21st 1972: the hottest day so far of the summer, and I had my first visitor. No, not my woman, but my brother. My level of disappointment, while not exactly destined to be legendary, was pretty high-end. Oh yes, very high-end. “Blake, not that you’re not good looking or what all, but you’re not as good looking as the one I was hoping to see first!” I said. I was smiling, but I was also demonstrably disappointed. “I wanted to be here first to make sure you were all right,” said Blake,...