A young Florida rain played outside, and Jubal was young. He stooped to pick up the broken picture frame that had fallen at his feet. “What the hell did you that for?” he said quietly, not looking up. “You care more about your damn photographs than about what I'm trying to tell you.” “I thought we were talking. Let's talk then, but you don't have to break the photograph.” “I didn't mean it alright? Geez, it was just a photograph.” “You still didn't have to break it.” “I'm sorry alright?” “Alright”, said Jubal. But it was not alright. He was lonely and far from home and the picture of him and his family lay cracked across its smooth, glass pane. He could feel his eyes get misty. Gosh I'm sentimental. Why am I always so sentimental? “Now I'm trying to tell you something important.” said Thomas. He was always trying to tell someone something important, Jubal thought. Whether it was his investment strategies, his defense ...
