Heeding My Motherly Intuition
The first time the small white pickup slowed to an idle and the driver with the snaggletooth grin asked if I needed a ride, I was on my cell phone.“Who’s that?” my best friend asked. “Some hillbilly.” I watched to
The first time the small white pickup slowed to an idle and the driver with the snaggletooth grin asked if I needed a ride, I was on my cell phone.“Who’s that?” my best friend asked. “Some hillbilly.” I watched to