Though Joseph never spoke to me again, he attempted to make amends. Somehow, I am so full of fear that I miss every silent message of friendship that he holds out.
I don't remember exactly when Joseph holds out the first olive branch, but offer it up he does.
One night, at our usual time, I hear Joseph whistling in my alley. Though my heart lurches, my mind floods with fear, and my spirit ducks for cover.
I have no clue as to why I can't confront THE LEADER OF THE PACK.
I don't know that my self confidence has twisted itself into a lump, the size of a boulder inside my throat. All I know is I can't breathe. All I can think to do is freeze. I mean, he hates me. Doesn't he?
While I'm busy being my own worst enemy, Joseph does not give up.
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