“number. “Hello?” “Julie? It’s Pete. Pete Soldano.” “Pete! My God! It’s been years! Are you coming down to Orlando?” “No, I’m not, Julie,” — Lee Hanson Copy Share Image
“A drug overdose. It’s in the paper up here, I don’t know if it’s in yours.” “That can’t be right! I just saw Marc… — Lee Hanson Copy Share Image
“number. “Hello?” “Julie? It’s Pete. Pete Soldano.” “Pete! My God! It’s been years! Are you coming down to Orlando?” “No, I’m not, Julie,” — Lee Hanson Copy Share Image
“true. Look, why don’t you go see if the story’s in your paper, then call me back. The funeral’s gonna be up here. If… — Lee Hanson Copy Share Image
“light across his body. The ceiling fan made a low, hypnotic sound and” — Lee Hanson Copy Share Image
“in the breeze. Within reach on the nightstand, a plethora of prescription” — Lee Hanson Copy Share Image
“right! I just saw Marc and David, not more than a month ago!” “I’m sorry, Julie. I’m afraid it’s true. Look, why don’t you… — Lee Hanson Copy Share Image
“It’s been years! Are you coming down to Orlando?” “No, I’m not, Julie, but you might wanna come up here. I guess you didn’t… — Lee Hanson Copy Share Image
“I’m afraid it’s true. Look, why don’t you go see if the story’s in your paper, then call me back. The funeral’s gonna be… — Lee Hanson Copy Share Image
“The little restaurant was renowned for its soups and sandwiches and was filled to capacity with lunchtime regulars, who were as dependable as kids… — Lee Hanson Copy Share Image
