Let it Go
Segments of thought followed each other like train cars.
White van straddling the road.
Turn around?
No room.
Reverse.
Stop.
Another van.
Continue to play the game?
Continue.
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“You won’t come?”
“No.”
The Troggs’ Love Is All Around crackled through the coffee shop’s ceiling speakers.
“I’ve already bought a few acres in Death Valley. We can live out of a trailer until the house is built. No one will know we’re there.” Howard swirled his speckled-white mug of coffee and put it to his lips. His hand shook ever so slightly while steam fogged the bottom half of his huge glasses.
The place was nearly empty. There was a pair of young men sitting in a booth on the opposite side of the restaurant. Judging by their crisp white shirts and black ties, they had to have been
