Some friends spent nights like gleeful middle schoolers camped out in each other’s living rooms where things like guitars and mics usually got plugged straight into computers.
Others stayed on their own in homes far away and had the same fun together through iuns.
Rev eventually settled on a few places he liked to spend his days and evenings. These tended to be spots that reminded him of his youth, back when best friends would get together to make whatever out in the middle of everything.
He often came to that same place by the sea where he had met Caylee.
Dale was with him every time now, of course . . . one carefully noodling along as the other strummed steady and strong.
And Rev’s voice always held.
But every once in a while, the moon might come to rest especially massive in dark purple dusk. And Rev could maybe forget to remember exactly who he was. Then listening in each time as his voice raced ever up and away…
She loved every minute of it.
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