"Dieu, si tu m’ecoute..."as we drove in the Skylark listening to Look Sharp. IT was six years old then, seemed ancient.
Heidi sat next to me as we drove home. “How often do you go to the bathroom?” she asked. She was scared something was wrong with her. I just looked straight ahead and drove, up 55 back to Memphis. I’d be gone in a few months.
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