| Jul. 24th, 2008 @ 11:24 pm Closed Third Person |
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Danny fingers shook a little as she typed. She'd been thinking about it. Contemplating it for days. Weeks. Months.
Since this whole entire catastrophe of Tampa had happened. She'd been here almost a year. Not quite, not really, but almost. She couldn't fathom it. Billy was almost six months old. Somewhere out in the universe Billy, her friend, her adventurous, amazing friend, her son's namesake had never seen him. There was something seriously wrong with the universe when Tom spent more time with a child without dropping it then Billy.
Danny finished the email, finished attaching the pictures. Finished explaining that Tony was the godfather, of course, would be her witness at her marriage. That she'd send Billy pictures from Tony's wedding if Billy couldn't make it.
It felt like goodbye in some ways. It wasn't. It was stopping waiting. For Jerry, for Billy to come back. She had Tom, Tom had her. Tommy had Izzie, she had Nathan.
They didn't need boyhood friends from another life.
Except in all the ways they did. |
