No, I will never,
ever,
not in a billion years,
confess
the unimaginable result
of his despicable act,
that
it created beauty.
Will never confess that
my son
[can evil be genetic?]
is his son.
I Had Hoped
Never to see Brendan again,
but I guess it just goes to show
that as much as Reno has grown,
&nbs
p; it’s still a compact city. And just
my luck, Brendan still lives in it.
I’ll take the high road and if
the low road seems necessary,
I’ll let Bree get behind the wheel.
One thing for certain, though,
I’m not getting into Grady’s car.
I roll down my window; Brendan
does likewise and I speak past him.
“Hey, Grady. Thanks for waiting.
Come over here, will you please?
I’d rather handle this in private.”
Aren’t you going to say hi?