I remember not asking why.
So I will tell you exactly what I was thinking on County Road 6 at the thirty-five-minute mark. And it was not noble. It was not even close.
I was thinking she was nobody to this kid. Just an old woman with a paper license and a pan of bars. I was thinking that I was the one with the good job and the good shoes, so it was up to me to fix it. I had my phone in my hand. I was going to call someone.
I did not know who to call.
That is the truth, and it sat in my stomach like a stone. I had been gone twenty-two years. I did not know one single phone number in that whole county that wasn’t hers.
