![]() ![]() I just stared at him for a second, waiting for the logic of the question to kick in for him. I locked up, then knocked on the front door of my childhood home, which was always weird. My father hadn’t made an appearance for several hours. But I made myself close the garage down at three thirty. And when Wednesday rolled around, I was doing actual bodywork-fixing a dent in somebody’s Highlander. The only one in Colebury was on Wednesday afternoons at four o’clock. Before I left the Shipley Farm May had printed out a list of nearby meetings. I hadn’t been to a NA meeting since coming back to Colebury. My hands were red and numb by noon every day.Īlso in the minus column-my cravings were pretty fierce. That meant more days working with the doors open, in the hopes that people could even see the damn sign. ![]() The police chief had probably noticed I’d come back to town and declared it open season to harass me.Īfter he left, I dragged my sign inside the garage. And the seventy bucks? Just the cost of doing business, I told myself. It’s just a fact of life, and one that I’d be living with forever. Anyone with a felony record cannot talk back to a cop. I wanted to rage at him and argue that his own vehicle was presently obstructing far more of the sidewalk than my freaking sign. ![]() ![]() By far my biggest accomplishment of the week was staying silent while he wrote it out. ![]()
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