“Jimmy died. He overdosed in the bathroom of the public library.”
Claire’s words sent needles of fire from my gut to my head. I sat, stunned for a few moments, as if I was paralyzed. As her footsteps echoed down the hall, I began to cry. Thoughts raced through my mind of the last time I saw Jimmy.
He was so high on morphine that he hardly recognized me when we ran into each other on the street. It was the only time I ever felt like not being around him. It would be the last time I would ever see him. I wondered if I loved Jimmy, as Christ would have me love him.