JC and Bruce
The 5:51 From Providence I’m waiting for you at the station. Maybe you missed the train. Or maybe you’re ghosting me. Then, there you are. You’re tired and grimy, but you pull me into your arms. Bruce, you whisper as you kiss my ear. I missed you. Me, too, I whisper back. We walk to my 2014 Nissan. “Not taking the work car?” you joke. I smile at the thought of driving around the city with the Son of God…