Antique Bastards
14. Tom
14. Tom
The cold isn’t brutal. Just March in Pennsylvania. I stand at the kitchen window watching Ruth buckle Junie into the car seat. 2:17 PM. Giant Eagle for groceries, then maybe the bakery on Penn if Junie behaves.
Ruth looks back at the house. Waves. I wave back. The Subaru pulls out. Left turn. Gone. I pour more coffee. Still hot. Made it at 1:30, …
