Chapter 44: Get Closer to Me
November 20, 2015
Frankie and I were in the check-out line at Under the Tree Market on Superior Street. She was buying cooking pumpkins to make pies, which she planned on freezing and taking home to her family to enjoy on Thanksgiving.
I told her, “Carl wanted to see where Tuck was buried and drove to Cincinnati yesterday.”
“How do you know that?” she was intrigued, disbelieving my information, wide-eyed and somewhat open-mouthed. She held a Lucky Brand purse in both hands. Three pumpkins in a shopping cart separated us.
“He told me straight up. He got in his truck, made the drive west, saw what he needed to see, and drove back.”
“Jesus,” she whispered, blown away by my news. “That’s like an entire day of driving.”
“Pretty much.”
We were next in line an
