The past, now.
- Miss Louise
When they said my father was living over in the crack part of town, where there were women who would trade a blow job for a beer – It didn’t even take a six-pack, just one beer, they said – I pretended like I hadn’t heard a thing. It was Miss Louise, the lady whose [...]
- Three love stories
One
When I am sitting in the car at night and it is raining and you are driving us to see someone and the drops are streaking down the windows and we are not talking to one another because talking would be too loud, I think that all the rain must come from women who have [...]
