You Text, So Did You Call Them?

"There are bigger problems than your shiddy movie star paramor who claim you. We're in like three different proxy wars," she writes. "I want my mam not to get punched in the head on the street by some fucking racest ass hole." She sends six texts to apologize, and asks sin how his mother's doing. He responds immediately, ma's fine. Despite everything. You take the flight to new york. Your driver is an aranian dude. He has the flag in his car, along with some pictures drawn by his daughter. His hands are grizzled, but his features are soft; he plays light tany jaz as the two of you move