Excerpts

Ten Straight Days

Times have changed. When Jason was little I could hardly be bothered to put him in his car seat. Usually he stood next to me and when we came to a stop, I stretched my arm against his chest to keep him upright. In 1968, this was not against the law or even uncommon. Neither was sitting your kid on your lap and letting him steer.

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All the Wrong Places

The woman grabbed an armful of miniature Table Talk Pies, paid for them, then walked over to me on the sofa. “What are you looking at?” she snarled. “You think you’re so pretty? You’d better watch out, or you’ll end up just like me.” Then she turned and stomped out, letting the door slam behind her.

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