10.7

Air Tran to JFK: Michael was at Penn Station awaiting my arrival.  He was there, standing where we first met.  He looked sad, our eyes met.  Sadly.  Michael took my hand and gave me his oldest t-shirt.  He gave me a letter to read on the airplane.  I get upset thinking about reading it. These words begin to blur. I restrain myself.

To Michael: I did as you asked.  I sat in the first car, but two very large foreigners obstructed my view. Of course.