“What to do when Joelene comes calling,” by Rijn Collins
Dec 20th, 2011 | By DefenestrationIt was April when it began.
It might have started earlier, but that was when I noticed the first sign. I was chatting to my mother, the phone in one hand and a pen in the other. It was only when I hung up that I looked down and saw, in thin black strokes, that I’d absently drawn a round little banjo.
And that’s how it started.