“I think I get what you’re planning to do,” he said. “I’m not here to tell you what to do. But if you want to do this, take it seriously. Some things are out of your control.”
“You believe this is real?” I asked. “You think ‘Yearwalking’ really killed him?”
“You’d be surprised how things really work when you get into the nitty-gritty,” he shrugged.
We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. As we did, he called out to me.
“If you need me, just give me a call!”
Strange. His number was on my phone, but I didn’t remember saving it.
