Jesus is back. I don't know where he went for most of autumn but
this afternoon he was there and that freaks me out thinking about it.
It seems to be a day for history-reliving.
I gave him a fifty
dollar bill. I haven't had blue keys in my bag for months. There was
no one to give them to for so long. He didn't even see the bill. He
closed his dirty hand around it and stared at Joel, driving the rover
and then his eyes travelled back to rest on mine, so red and tired
now and he nodded and said,