Chapter 5
I got a text later that night telling me Violet was okay.
Mickey: Part of me is wondering if some of it was nerves. I told you how she hasn’t been away from me much.
Junk: Tell her the Tic Tac Toe garbage man sends his love, and some for you, too.
I added a heart emoji, but didn’t get one back, or any other response that night, leaving me to wonder if that door in my face was a metaphor as well as being literal. Miss Madden would likely tell me something couldn’t be both.
Mickey did write back Sunday morning, detailing his plan to go ahead with the tag sale for the long Veteran’s Day weekend. Thanksgiving, when he’d need the truck, would be just seventeen days later.
I saw him once more in person, bright and early that Wednesday, for local trash pickup. Violet came out, as
