“Oh, thank God,” Harold said, glancing at his phone. “Blue got a job.”Lia looked over her book at him, raised an eyebrow and muted the TV. “No shit? What’s she doing?””Candy striping, I guess. County line hospital. She sent the address.” He squinted at the text. “It just says striping,” he mumbled to himself. Louder
I Can See You Too
This is a sequel to a story I wrote five years ago. ‘I can see you.’ you could read that first if you wish but not essential. I’ve moved the timeline on the same number of years, the theme of the original story is mentioned but a new theme is the plot. All characters are