Chapter 23

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by djastuart

by djastuart

                                        
                                                  A week later, after struggling with loneliness and another scotch hangover, the phone rang.
                              "Jack?"
                              "Gar?"
                              "Yeah. We'll be home in three or four days—they let me go."
                              "What?" 
                              "I'll tell you when we get home." 
                              "What can I do?"
                              "Nothing except pick us up at the airport; I'll email the flight info."
                              "Okay." Click.
                              I got scared I'd have to leave. I was ruminating like crazy, so I put on sweats, did three miles at the park. How would I handle such a massive change, leaving the place I'd made my home? I was in a foreign country, with nowhere to go but hostels.