“The next station is King. King station.” He’d always intimidated me, a little bit. I knew that under his arrogant facade there was somebody vulnerable and scared. But he didn’t want me to know that, so I pretended I didn’t. And truth be told, sometimes I forgot. He was that good at it. It never could have lasted. He’d never have let anybody get too close. “The next station is Queen. Queen station.” It had been a much more innocent time. It made me smile to think about it. Long before things got complicated, there was ice cream at the… [Read More]