Sometimes I wonder how Angel hadn’t heard anything about me. Brownwood isn’t far from here. People know me back home. They know people here.
I keep waiting for some spark of recognition. Or that he overhears some gossip. I would probably be a bit relieved, that way I wouldn’t have to tell him.
Maybe he has heard about what happened with Baby and he’s being kind not to bring it up.
Tessie D 
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