But I did know the Shepherd always headed for the hurting sheep. We cried for two and a half hours. The remainder of the tour brought great reviews. But the rhythm was never the same. Susie, I m sitting here in my room, with the teddy bear on one side and a box of Kleenex on the other.
Parents are asleep.
Billy s tucked in. Tim s on the phone. My mind drifts back to those few weeks I stayed with you after we returned from the tour. You ironed my clothes when I was running late, hugged me and got me off to work on time. Sometimes we d cry.