There was a bad crash up ahead on County Blacktop 13, maybe caused by the pounding rain. Some drunk driver, probably. Which made me think of my father, who won’t ever listen or change his constant drinking. Glad I’m away at college, but I have to come home once in a while. A highway patrolman waved me to stop with his flashlight. He asks me, “Aren’t you Joe Baxter’s kid?”
“Yes. Why?”
He watched as the ambulance pulled away empty, and the hearse was loaded. “Well,” he said slowly, “Then I got some bad news for you.”
“Yes. Why?”
He watched as the ambulance pulled away empty, and the hearse was loaded. “Well,” he said slowly, “Then I got some bad news for you.”
