Sometimes he was two hours late.
Many times he came drunk with an
empty 6-pack on the floor and the
rest of the case on the back seat.
I was five. I huddled as far as I
could get in the corner of the
green leather interior of that
Thunderbird. I asked him to slow
down. I don't remember him ever
slowing down.

1990 by Kristi Martel
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