I took a breath. There was too much to say and no time to say it. This would have to do:
“I hope I’ll be able to come home, someday. But there are things I need to do first. I just want you to know I love you and Mom, and I’m not doing any of this to hurt you.”
“We love you, too, Jake, and if it’s drugs, or whatever it is, we don’t care. We’ll get you right again. Like I said, you’re confused.”
“No, Dad. I’m peculiar.”
Then I hung up the phone, and speaking a language I didn’t know I knew, I ordered the hollow to stand.
Obedient as a shadow, it did.
About the Photography
Like those in the first book,
The following photos were graciously lent for use by their owners:
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Jacob in silhouette
Roselyn Leibowitz
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Emma Bloom
Muriel Moutet
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Enoch O’Connor
David Bass
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Claire Densmore
Davis Bass
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Fiona Frauenfeld