It’s official — I’m a sucker.
He gets me to meet with him, because he says he wants to talk, and he’s afraid that he’s burned his bridges.
Like a fool, I say yes.
He tells his side of things, and appeals to my better nature. Appeals to my friendship. Calls me brother.
Like a fool, I say “if there’s anything you need, let me know. I’m here.”
That was 22 days ago.
Not a word since.
Any news I’ve had, I’ve gotten from other people. He’s moving, apparently. Supposedly to West Virginia. Or so I’ve heard.
But not from him.
I’m a sucker.