Malabarista

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“This is the only way the two of you can stay in touch. Glenn passes Cam’s message to me, and I pass it on to you. Since Cam’s the one heading up the investigation into the charges against you, he has to keep his distance until it’s done.” Matt pulled on the leash, as Roz, their Australian cattle dog, dragged him along on their walk.

Lane had to move quickly to keep up to Matt, who appeared to be about to fall after each awkward step. They turned off the sidewalk and down a trail just wide enough for them to travel single file. Matt bent to let Roz off the leash. She lunged ahead.

The air was cooler in the shadow of the trees. Lane grabbed a mosquito out of the air and crushed it in his fist.

“Do you miss Harper?” Matt stopped in a clearing to sit on a toppled tree trunk. He rubbed his beard: a first attempt. It was black, the same shade as what was left of the hair on his Uncle Arthur’s head.

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