I’m almost finished reading Papillion. Gavool is planning on sending me another book, but I’m not to know what this time. He’s written a note in soft pencil on the title page. It’s a hard worn book. Tattered cover and broken spine. These pages have been halfway around the world and back in a well worn knapsack. It’s possible to tell by looking at it that it’s been tucked into the pocket of cut-off jean shorts for too long. Loved books are sweet to have. *chuckles* I’ve fallen asleep beside it more than I have with him.
Pictures:
Kyle is photogenic in the way we should throw glowing coals at him.
