Starsky woke up. He listened to the
silence in his apartment; it felt oppressive.
Alone for the first time after the shooting,
he realized how much he was used to Hutch’s presence. Listening to him rummaging in the kitchen gave Starsky a feeling
of being protected and safe.
Hutch often spoke to himself, and Starsky
listened, but couldn’t catch the words. Hutch’s soothing words had helped him to relax, when he was overwhelmed
by pain. Lately Hutch had started strumming his guitar, and Starsky loved the music.
He had sent Hutch home, pretending to be fine. He missed
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