❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“It’s just o n e tour, and I’ll be back before you even have time to miss me too much. Please tell me you understand why I have to do this.”
“You see, that’s just it. I know how these things work; I’ve been there. It’s never just o n e tour — you say you’ll stay for another week, another month, and you’ll always end up going back.”