CHAPTER 11

The next morning, we are at Carla’s house. The realisation that we’ll be finally leaving her completely alone makes us delay our inevitable leaving. She digs through drawers and papers, offering me stuff I might want or need. On Dad’s dresser top, she finds pictures of me as a kid and a few of my dad and mom’s pictures together; I put those in my purse.

What about The Goat? She asks when she comes across the keys to the car Danny, and my dad had fixed up.

I answer her but look at Danny. —What about The Goat? It’s more his than mine.

It’s yours, she says and hands me the keys. —I’ve got the Ford and I can’t drive that thing.

Danny's eyes are on the keys; I can see that he wants it. He did half the work on it and it’s his tie to my dad. With the keys in my hand, I hold them out to him motioning him to take them, but he shakes his head, —It’s yours, he left it for you.

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