Jack of Harts

Charles was a people pleaser when I met him. He wanted to be friends with everybody. He always had a smile on his face. Each morning came with a new inspirational quote. Every breakfast was a feast. Every march an adventure. Every exercise session an opportunity for personal enrichment. He annoyed me… so much. There were times I wanted to throw him in the river and hold him under until he stopped talking. But the rivers in Texas didn’t have water in them most of the time. Life was so unfair. There was a method to his madness of course. He always had a method to anything he did. He was a planner. He looked to the future. And he truly was using this opportunity to expand his rolodex of people who could be useful to his plans. Because he had some serious plans.