Chapter 38I left Milton midweek to unpack and settle in to my new home for the fall semester at Lennox State College.
I texted Rocco when I woke. After I showered. Before I ate breakfast, and when I was in the backseat of my mother’s car, crammed between luggage, treasured possessions, and my dad’s typewriter.
Rocco didn’t respond.
My father was in the passenger seat because he was not allowed to drive my mother’s vehicle. Ever. It was a hard and fast rule: Hands off Cleopatra! Over the years, my mother had named her cars after powerful femme fatales of ancient Greek literature: Circe. Medea. Aphrodite.
We drove past rows of the Edwardian and Victorian houses on Charles Avenue as the town of Milton receded from view. The landscape of shingle roofed houses and the bronze steeple of St F
