127. Luther
Luther
I climb into my truck.
I turn the engine on.
I steer down the driveway.
I turn onto the road.
And I pull over.
I park.
I turn the engine off.
And I wait.
I wait. And I stare. And I think.
I think about what I want.
I think about everything Kendra said.
I think about the meaning of the word regret.
And I wait until forty minutes have passed.
I open my door.
I climb out of my truck.
I walk down the driveway.
I take Joe’s spare house key out of my pocket.
And I unlock the front door.
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