one thing irritated him about Ohboy

                                      alias boyohboy buddyboy  occasionally boyohboybuddyboy buddyboyboyohboy

Ohboy

           when he perturbed him

    his predilection for rumour

for a guy who cant tell a story of his own  he hears one  typically salacious

                                                                                    cant wait to tell someone

happened Tuesday

he was over at Ohboys for coffee later afternoon drinks  Nineball pool

Ohboys iPhone rang

glanced  I got to take this, I’m sorry.

Knock yourself out I got pen paper  Ill entertain myself

                                                              he began a letter to his Dad

those letters were laborious

he had to quiet his hand had to print crisply distinct  or his fatherunable to read what he wrote would throw it away without reading

he followedup his letters with phone calls

asked if there was anything in the letter he asked questions of him he cared to talk about

Nothing comes to mind, son. always called him son rarely by name

 

Nothing

    Nothing.

halfway through the letter Ohboy wandered over to the picnic table he moved to across the yard to provide him privacy he missed enclosed telephone booths  Get Smarts Cone of Silence and began walking up-to and around the table  speaking loud

                         which his writing muted

he finished the letter before Ohboy finished talking

                                                       maybe five minutes

Cielo. The guy’s a character.

Youve said

He’s involved in this crazy relationship I’m sure he wouldn’t mind me sharin . .

. . I woud

              The man talked to you in confidence

He confided in you

You understand

 

Its a secret

Secrets are sacred Im singlehandedlyrobbin the church of sacred  Sacredness

Cielo woud probably want you to keep the conversation between the two of you

I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.

I imagine you understand this is how rumours begin

                                                            Callim

Askim

I’m not calling him.

Then were good

                   Thanks  Ya bought me enough time to write a letter to my Dad

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