Those eyes. . . Big and blue, round like saucers. When Billy and I first crossed paths I was just a kid myself. His eyes were the first thing I saw when we met and the last thing I saw when we parted. I tried my best to raise him right, but I suppose some hair is just too ornery to be combed, and some diapers aren't meant to be changed. So, I let him go, but every once in a while I catch word of his whereabouts. . .
