“Damn!” I swore. “How could a person get lost going back to their own hometown?” I hadn’t bothered with maps except to get near the right area. I figured I would remember the way once in the vicinity. I should have known better. I had definitely not inherited my Woman Of The House’s knack for finding where she was going. In fact, I would call myself geographically challenged. I guess considering that Woman Of The House and I had left when I was five might explain some things. Back then, I’d really known only how to using landmarks, not street names, to get to neighbor’s farms and into town, but landmarks change. I wouldn’t be returning even now, or rather, trying to return now, 25 years later, if it weren’t for my older cousin. Jason was two years older than me.
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