My Facebook friend had messaged me again. Lorem.
Just this morning.
It’d been a while.
I’d briefly de-friended him.
Then wondered what if he wasn’t some crackpot messing with my head?
And friended him back.
Then de-friended him again seconds later.
Because of course he was some crackpot. Who else would it be?
A friend. That’s who.
The kind that looks out for you. One I didn’t even know I’d had. But a friend.
Welcome back, he messaged.
Gee thanks.
Ask them.
Ask who?
Who do you think? Laurie and Jake . . .
It was the first time he’d mentioned them by name.
Sure. Ask them what?
Are you being careful?
Absolutely. Scout’s honor. With a capital C.
Ask them where they sent their son.
What . . . ?
The year you disappeared. Ask them where they sent BEN.
So that’s what I’d done.