“I should have talked to you about this, shouldn’t I? I’m sorry, Hendrix, I just thought…” I rambled, the words flowing from my mouth in a slew of verbal diarrhea. It was a habit, a bad habit I’d had since I was a kid. Pretty sure it was genetic since Grandmama seemed to be affected by the same trait. Daddy too. Not sure about my Mama since she passed away before I ever got to know her…
