hot birds in old clothes & some original tête-à-tête
“You trashed my car.”
Dejected. I look at my toes. There isn’t much I can say to her now. And I’ve got to keep the peace so I can make it out of here and into the city before he changes his mind about us.
“And my Navajo blanket, where is it? It needs to be kept in the car. It protects the seats.”
A gorgeous memory of me and my boy dancing in socks only blows through my mind. I extinguish an advancing smile.
“Oh, yeah… Sorry. We really needed a curtain. Larry’s always looking in the windows.”
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