Packing what they wanted to keep in a U-haul, Barry’s folks sold or gave away what they didn’t.
They spent their last night burning receipts and papers and Barry had tossed in his old notebooks and his diaries.
He was not going to be Nobarry in his new town.
He was going to be special.
He was going to swagger and smile, be cool and confident. The pages of whines and gaffes, humiliations and sorrows would not come with him.
Burning the diaries was removing those aspects of himself he didn’t want to keep.