“Two nine three Miller Street?” she asked again, confirming my information.
I told her she was right.
“My partner and I will check it out.”
* * * *
How did I make the drive to Miller Street without killing myself or someone else? Somehow, someway, I made a right onto Mifflington Road, jumped on Route 8 for a few blocks, exited onto Sedner Street, passed two queer bars I frequented throughout the years, an old boyfriend’s Colonial, and eventually made a left onto Miller Street.