by Robert Inman
“Not really.”
“I’m okay,” Will said. “Maybe even better than okay. I’ve been meaning to ask you, have you seen my Captain Saturday cap?”
“Not since the wreck. Probably got messed up and thrown away. Why?”
“Well, I guess I need a new one.”
A long silence. “Really?”
“Yeah. I’ve thought about it.”
Palmer said, “Well, I’m glad. It’s something you’re good at.”
“I guess so.”
“And…what else? What about the other?”
*****
The early light was much stronger by the time he reached LeGrand, a couple of blocks from the pay phone. The first rays of sun were dappling the tops of the oaks along the street. He stopped on the sidewalk and looked at the house. A light was on back in the kitchen, another peeping through the plantation shutters in the upstairs bedroom. Plantation shutters looked nice, he decided. They would do just fine.
He knocked on the door.
The End