The daily serial fictional based on Chicago's Boystown neighborhood: Boystown series by Danny Bernardo

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23. April Snow

"I thought it was great," Steve hailing a cab as they left the theatre. "It's because you haven't seen the movie," Edward said. They rode in contemplative silence as the cab sped towards Lakeshore Drive. The melting April snow fell outside the window and Steve watched it dance as it landed on

23. April Snow
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"I thought it was great," Steve hailing a cab as they left the theatre.

"It's because you haven't seen the movie," Edward said.

They rode in contemplative silence as the cab sped towards Lakeshore Drive. The melting April snow fell outside the window and Steve watched it dance as it landed on the Lake. The Lake made him think of the river that served as a metaphor for the separation of the musical's father and son.

"It just really got me," Steve said. "The way the father and son connected at the end, it was... man. I wish my dad and I had that connection."

"His son hated him his whole life. It wasn't until the father was dying that they could reach any sort of understanding."

"I guess that's what I mean. I never had that with my dad. He lived angry. He died angry. We never had that moment of understanding."

"I can empathize with that. It's like the moments at the end, when the son is passing on his dad's legacy to his own kid. It's like how my dad raised me."

"At least you get to pass it on, to your kids at Haven."

"Speaking of which... " Edward said as the cab passed Haven. He asked the cab driver to pull over and wait as Edward got out.

"Everything ok?" Steve asked.

"It's snowing."

"That's Chicago. You'd think that spring would stick around... "

"No, honey, there's a kid sleeping at the doorstep. And it's freezing. They've locked up for the night."

"Oh no! Can you let him in?"

"I can try," Edward said as they approached. "I hope they're not out of beds."

"Hey kid," Steve said, shaking the kid awake gently. The kid peeked his face dirty with dried blood from under his hood. "Oh my god. It's Charlie's student."

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