D had “Redecorated” my room at his house. He’d filled it
with parts off of vintage bikes; the lamp by my bed was now made out of a Road
King Headlamp. Instead of a deer mount he’d mounted the handlebars off of a
Sportster on the wall.
The pictures we’d had taken with our bikes hung neatly
around the room, a big vinyl Harley logo hung over the bed. Next to the mirror was
a small collection of snap shots, most taken by my Momma, a picture of me and
Steph with our bikes, D and I on his Road King, a picture
from my first ride on the Sportster, me in my helmet with a pink Mohawk, me
leaning down on my bike hugging it, and a few other random ones. The biggest
was a picture Momma had taken back in Hometown. Bowman and I on the back of the
Blue King, smiling, well me smiling and him pulling the tough guy look. I
traced my fingers over the photo and laughed a little, in that second I missed
him.
“Well” D said as he stood in the doorway of the room.
I rolled my eyes and tried to keep the tears behind them, “It’s
unique.”
He smiled, “do you like it?”
I nodded, “thank you.”
He gave me a hug, “come-on let’s go get some food.”
I stopped at the doorway and stared back at the picture. I
still wondered what Sonny was trying to show me in the clearing. I wondered why
D had put that specific photo in my room, why it was larger then the other
snapshots. But in that moment in time what I wondered most was if he was
missing me at all. I flicked the light off and walked down to the garage…
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