Jesus. I can't believe I haven't mentioned this. Galloway is a father.

I'm not sure whether or not I mentioned that he and Vicki were expecting, but the baby is here. I think it's a girl, though I wouldn't swear to it. I ran into Scotty Ramsey one morning at the Handy Pantry and he told me all about it. So far no one has called me. I had hoped old friendships might prove valuable enough for at least that one courtesy, but I suppose I was wishing again.

Still ... I remember. And there is a profundity to this birth which I can't put into
words. I am lost. And here I find a new life.

Hopefully they won't let the child forget me.