![]() ![]() For a glorious six months, Anthony had taken care of him. He’d become far too accustomed to relying on Anthony for all the little extras like clothing, entertainment, and food. His job with the burlesque show would barely cover the rent on his apartment and utilities. “You go on and see how far you get without me.”ĭespite his anger, Carson knew the answer to that - he wouldn’t get very far without Anthony to support him. “You better think hard, baby.” Anthony’s cruel tone echoed in his head. Hugging his folded legs, he rested his forehead on his knees and gave in to the misery that was his life. Summer was on the wane, and fall had taken root, turning the leaves of some of the trees that shaded him from green to dusky brown. Dawn had just broken over the roof of the apartments across the courtyard from his, washing his haven in weak golden light. Heedless of the expensive red Chinese silk of his robe, he sat on the dusty floor of his balcony, back wedged against the stucco wall, shoulder against the sturdy wooden posts of the railing. Carson’s quiet sobbing filled the early morning air. ![]()
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