11He was gone. Nothing Scratch could do about that. But he could ride into Darktown and see Immy and Dobro. Before that, he needed to go back to his place and get cleaned up. His head was swimming. Maybe a shower and some food would help.
Truth be told, Scratch needed some sleep. Only, he was afraid if he laid down, he'd have that nightmare again. He'd wake up out in the streets at two in the morning, that .38 in his hands looking for Korean soldiers. In the last few months, since that incident, Scratch had avoided sleep as much as possible. But there are times a person can't. The body shuts down.
He stood on Mrs Howard's lawn. He saw a light was still on in the ranch-style house. The moon still shining brightly showed the lime green house and white roof. He saw a hand move black drapes
