How did I make the drive to Miller Street without killing myself or someone else? Somehow, someway, I made a right onto Mifflington Road, jumped on Route 8 for a few blocks, exited onto Sedner Street, passed two queer bars I frequented throughout the years, an old boyfriend’s Colonial, and eventually made a left onto Miller Street.
I parked my truck three doors away from the Shelton residence. Discreetly as I could, I walked down to the house and saw that it looked as dashing as I had remembered it: large in scale with a classic Pittsburgh sloped yard, two baby oaks planted out front, and a cobblestone walkway leading from a matching driveway. Some neighborhood lawn boy had trimmed the yard perfectly, as well as the English-style hedges. The driveway had a rented, light blue Subaru Crosst
