Chapter 2

Looking this guy over on this breezy March morning made me ache somewhere else, though. He’s fair-skinned, not so white as to be sickly-looking, just creamy, with freckles on his face. Made me think he hasn’t been on the road too long. I’m hoping the other driver turns him down and he’ll head my way but to my disappointment, he and the other driver shook hands through the driver’s window and the kid trotted around the front of the truck. The truck bellowed out a cloud of smoke, ground its gears and Blond Boy is carried away, out of my life forever.

Or so I thought.

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