Demolition Before the Bloom

I could see him.

Richard was standing by the barbecue buffet.

He had a fresh beer in his hand.

He wasn’t looking for me. He wasn’t checking the clubhouse to see if I needed stitches.

He was laughing.

He threw his head back and roared at a joke the VP of Sales just told.

He was holding court.

He looked completely relaxed. The panic from earlier was entirely continue reading …