Chapter 4Wrenching fatigue swept over me as I waited for Billy to pick me up. I stood on the porch, watching and listening to the thunderous rain drumming the eaves and roof and asphalt. Deep puddles filled the potholes in the street.
A chilly north wind slapped my face. I shivered, even bundled in a second layer of clothes, per my mother’s request. “I don’t want you to catch a cold,” she’d said before I ran out of the house.
I took a seat on the porch steps, hidden from view of the front bay window and my nosy parents. I didn’t have to wait long. Billy’s red Ford Mustang rocketed down the street and pulled to the curb in front of my parent’s house.
He honked and waved.
I bolted from the front porch and raced across the front yard, holding my hands above my head to protect myself from
