Ten Days of Perfect

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to be sought. Damn straight.
    Then, I was forced to address the i ssue of his ever changing name.
    “So, Bo, that’s just for music?” I was no stranger to people using stage names, I just felt pissed about this one for reasons be yond my in-the-moment analysis.
    For the first time since Monica shut the door, Bo took a step toward me. He sat in the chair I previously occupied. He rested his elbows on the desk, peering at me from his smoldering ocean blue eyes.
    “Bowan, or Bo, is typically all the time, except for at the foundation - they call me Spencer. I use it there as homage to my father.   I’ve been “Bo” my whole life. My parents were working on developing this organization when they died. Two years after their death, I gathered enough strength to continue what they started.” His tone was littered with something just slight of irritation as he sat back in the chair and finally met my stare.
    “I’m sorry, Bo I was just taken by surprise.” My relieved exhale was louder than I’d intended, “I guess we didn’t really squeeze in time to discuss our jobs.” I grinned at the memory of all the things we did have time for. “Shit. The meeting. So, double agent, I’ll call you Spencer for the meeting?” I raised an eyebrow and he smiled.
    “Knock knock!” Monica exaggerated as she carefully opened the door. Bo and I rose to greet her. “All set in here…or whatever?” Professional Moni ca was replaced by nosy Monica.
    “Monica, this is Spencer Bowan Cavanaugh. Non-profit founder by day, musician by nigh t.”
    “Nice to meet you, Monica.” Bo stuck out his hand and Monica rolled her eyes.
    “Shut up . I’ll get the details later. Right now we have a room full of people that need to meet you . . . Mr. Cavanaugh.” Her to-the-point humor made fast friends with my cynicism early in our friendship. It cam e in handy in times like these.
    As we headed to the meeting room , I was eager to hear what he had to present . How had a man, like Bo, decided to pick up the pieces of his deceased parents’ dream?  As soon as he started speaking, I was fighting tears.
    “My little sister, Rachel, was in a drug rehab facility by the time she was fifteen.” Bo didn’t make eye contact with me, which my glistening tear ducts appreciated. “She had been doing drugs for about six months when she nearly overdosed on cocaine and alcohol. She was in the ICU for a week before she was sent to rehab. My parents’ eyes were opened to the rampant drug and alcohol use among her friends and in our community. The issue crossed class lines, it didn’t discriminate. Pills, alcohol, and cocaine seemed to be the easiest thing for my sister and her friends to come by ; it nearly killed her.” H e inhaled deeply and continued.
    “Rachel was in the rehab facility for alm ost six months. She was very depressed, and expressed several times that she wasn’t ready to go home for fear of using again , but she was home in time to start her junior year of high school. I had already been out of college for a year, so I was able to help Rachel stay out of trouble by spending a lot of time with both her and her friends. The summer before Rachel’s senior year, my parents started working on DROP . Their vision was a community action organization which provided realistic opportunities for young people to engage in , alternatives to drug use, and a place to seek help when needed. At the end of the first year my parents - Spencer and Vivian - were busy lining up donors and spaces , when they were killed in a car accident.” His voice clipped at the memory.
    “ Two years after their death I was ready, and able, to reignite DROP. I’ve spent the past two years securing financial backing, and developing a solid program with David Bryson. In our hometown, DROP has been fully operational for a year, and has successfully set up both a community center and a mentoring program . Now, we’re ready to expand. The problem isn’t just in our

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