Chapter OneWillie Brand heard the phone ringing in his sleep. He actually dreamed about picking up the receiver and beginning a conversation. It was the same conversation he had dreamed himself having so many times in his life. The state bureau of criminal investigation was calling. They had changed their minds. They needed him; they actually needed and wanted him. He wasn't going to be stuck in this one horse town after all. He fantasized running over to tell the old man. He expected as always to find him there still in his prison correction officer's uniform, but just as always, when he got there, the rocking chair on the front porch was rocking, but there was no one in it.
It was too late...too late to make him proud. Why was it always so important to do that anyway? Was it because the old man never expected he would amount to anything? When did he first decide that? When does a father look at a son and feel a deep sense ...
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