When I answered the phone and heard Jerry’s high, whiny voice on the other line, I knew he needed a favor, and I knew I’d say yes.
He called on a Tuesday, too hot for May, the Jacaranda tree in the yard not swaying a bit. Air as still as a statue, Linda would say. This was around the time Linda started calling me a bone loafer and telling me No one reti…
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