A Twenty-Dollar Bill Dropped Into the Dust Beside a Tennessee Highway
Megan never once made a loop like that on anything she signed in our twelve years together.
I ran my hand over the dark hair at my temple and felt the thick gray streak above my right ear.
The baby in the plastic tub at the side of the highway had that exact same strip of dark fuzz down the middle of his head.
“The flatbeds are parked in the yard at West Memphis right now,” I said.
“They hauled thirty tons of steel on Tuesday.”
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