Myra, Turnbull; Arch To The Sky; G; 200 words.

Prologue
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Epilogue


His uniform had taken home a sizable amount of Lake Michigan.

Renfield had taken home Ray.

Tony had brought Ray's clothes. There was a part of Renfield that was disappointed for that; clothing him from his own drawers felt like another layer he could impress between Ray and the open world. If Tony had an opinion on the whole mess beyond a shrug and a low whistle, he didn't offer it. Renfield had just tried not to think about who would've provided Tony with his address.

The divide between the letter he'd gotten and the reply he wanted to send now seemed impossible to bridge. He forced it anyway.

Dearest Myra,

Please likewise forgive the delay in my response. You are right; I am happy for this news. I am honored that you would name a son for me.

It was not long after I took possession of your letter that Ray and I became unexpectedly public. In some quarters, the matter became confrontational. Ray is now estranged from his family.

I am uncertain of when I will see you. I would be grateful for your updates when you have them.

Give my best to John.

Renfield