True, he was just a broken old man, but he should have seen it coming. No longer did he feel the weight of his friend along for the ride. Those words of wise advice from that friend…a yesterday memory.
The warning signs were ominous; they either traveled in silence, or had arguments capable of waking the neighbors. They both hated it, one of them would have to leave. But Wrigley had always been his best friend, how could he ever extract himself from their friendship?
Now, he would rely only on the advice of Fenway…that other owl.