her porch with tears in her eyes. We all
hugged her before squeezing into the car
and heading back to Mamaw’s. The
adults gave me the unenviable task of
tracking down Lindsay and giving her
the news. This was before cell phones,
and Lindsay, being a seventeen-year-old,
was difficult to reach. She wasn’t
answering the house phone, and none of
her friends answered my calls.
Mamaw’s house sat literally five houses
away from Mom’s—313 McKinley to
303—so I listened to the adults make
plans and watched out the window for
signs of my sister’s return. The adults
spoke about funeral arrangements, where
Papaw would want to be buried—“In
rick simeone
(Rick Simeone)
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