Come Home (#2 Starting Over)
Come Home
Charlie had once gotten drunk and tried to explain that some people thought time moved in a giant circle. That if you hung around long enough it would all just start over again.
The LA sun wasn’t half as intense as New Mexico. The smog made a nice makeshift ozone layer.
Don laughed. “You can’t start over. You can’t go home. Things start and end, that’s it.”
Don knocked on the door. He had a suitcase in one hand, a couple of boxes in the car. Charlie opened the door.
“Hi. Dad said I needed to come back.”
“Welcome home.”