As soon as I opened the front door, music surrounded me. It was a love song from a movie and it wasn’t coming from a car parked on the street, nor was Phil using it to power through his shake weight workout. It was Dex. He stood on the sidewalk outside my house, dressed in his usual t-shirt and jeans. The music had attracted a few of our neighbors. Phil came outside, as did several other people from down the street. Dex held a stack of white poster boards in his hands. Another love song began, emanating from the Bluetooth speaker he used when he worked out—had he made a playlist?—and he began
...more
