"Making love to him was like going through a carwash, except you came out dirtier and more alive at the other end."
Charles Baxter, The Feast of Love
Evan loved the Porsche. We put the top down, and I pulled my hair into a tight bun at the back of my head. He wanted to drive, but he didn't know where he was going. I told him he could drive home. I put the Stone Temple Pilots on and drove him to the nursing home to meet Sarah. I was terrified, but if we had any future, then he would have to handle this.
The staff at the nursing home took wonderful care of Sarah. I let her aide, Cindy, know that I was there to take her out for the day. Evan and I went to her little apartment. I opened the door to find her waiting for me. She wore a simple pair of elastic waist shorts, a pink T-shirt, and
