Amy and Susan got to school early enough to watch it all from a safe distance as Yates was carted out of the kitchen and hauled away in an ambulance.
When Gloria finally arrived at school, she told them that she’d overslept but they knew better. The bruise on her cheek was proof enough of that. Her father had been waiting up for her.
Later that spring, Susan and Amy piled in the car and drove around on gravel roads drinking Night Train celebrating the retirement of Helen Yates and the coming of summer break but it wasn’t the same because they were no longer the three musketeers. Two weeks before that, Gloria had packed a bag and ridden her thumb to Kansas City where she boarded a bus going east to nowhere. And as she drove this narrow country highway toward Toulouse it was apparent to he
