Time for andrew by mary downing hahn6/8/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() My mouth was so dry I could hardly speak. It’s a simple as one two three.” He tapped the chalk three times for emphasis. “You walk out on the trestle and jump in the river. It’s not as bad as you think.” Carefully, Andrew added a curlicue of smoke to his drawing. “Is that what I’m supposed to do? Jump off?” Concentrating on his sketch, he said, “Before I got sick, Edward dared me to jump off the trestle.” Without looking at me, he picked up a piece of chalk and started drawing a little train on the floor. I was hoping he’d forgotten.”Īndrew hesitated. The expression on Andrew’s face told me he knew exactly what I was talking about. I’m supposed to do something when I get there, but he didn’t say what…” My voice trailed away. “I have to meet him at the railroad trestle next week. ![]() “I have to ask you something.” Stumbling over words, I described my encounter with Edward. ![]()
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