More compelling was that here was the only pair of shoes that Donny was supposed to take. He left that morning in his old flannel slippers.
One doesn’t do a Nike gig without a Nike branded shoe –But off Donny had swooshed.
The man was soleless.
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An hour ago Donny left to fly to the gig. Loretta put away the remnants of the “The Final Pack”: socks that didn’t match. She looked at the twenty-seven orphan socks. Each had a swoosh in a different area or was actually labeled “left” but no “rights”. Left and right socks?
More compelling was that here was the only pair of shoes that Donny was supposed to take. He left that morning in his old flannel slippers. One doesn’t do a Nike gig without a Nike branded shoe –But off Donny had swooshed. The man was soleless. Comments are closed.
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