I last saw my brother’s friend, Bunny, whose real name was Lloyd, hitching on the blacktop with an old suitcase. He was eighteen—I was nine. He’d walked up there from our place; I only understood later why he stayed so long with us since my brother left a month before. Bunny’s mother, a widow, lost her life savings when she fell in love with a guy who got her to finance his trip to Venus. He promised to take her. Venus? It was so hot you’d melt, but the guy convinced Bunny’s mom the Venusians were beautiful people.
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