”“I think now you’re starting to make more sense, Edgar,” Cory replied, and this time, he was no longer joking. “Are you trying to tell me t...at I still have him? That I didn’t forget him?”“The simple fact that you’re losing sleep over thinking about him should be enough proof,” the young scientist replied.“I feel like his face ... I cannot see his face in my mind,” Cory let out a heavy sigh.“But you don’t need that to still remember him,” Edgar spoke. “The only thing that truly matters is that. We spent the evening hearing stories about 'little Cyrus' and getting a chance to discuss the finer points of the North Carolina versus Texas barbecue with Cyrus' Uncle Chunk. Turns out everybody in his family is big!With our big meal complete, and everyone getting a little tired from the long day, we headed back to the airport and our hotel. Someone somewhere was not paying too much attention, and I managed to spend the night with my Blossom. To be honest, we were both a little too tired to do. . and in no time at all they had themselves a conversation going. It was then that he brought up his favorite topic, wish granting. "Three wishes... anything you want."Janene smiled at the boy. He was cute... and she found herself responding to his silly lines. "Well, are there any stipulations governing these wishes? I remember seeing Aladdin and how the genie had a list of what couldn't be wished for... is this the case with your wishes?" Nope... most definitely not. You can wish for anything. He would have called me if he wanted to see me. What was I doing? But my body wouldn’t stop propelling itself toward him. George trotted up the driveway like he knew he was home. The living room window was cracked to let some fresh air in, and I could hear that he was playing his acoustic guitar. As I slowly stepped nearer, I could make out the words he was singing. ‘When you feel so tired, but you can’t sleep Stuck in reverse And the tears come streaming down your face When you lose something.