Of course John was drunk … again, or maybe I should say still. Anyway, before disappearing down the hallway I turned to the officer that brought me in and said, “Thanks for the ride!” I’m guessing that she was new to the force because I had never seen her before. I then locked myself in the bathroom so that I could wash the salt water off. I knew when Mom came home because, even with my head under the bath water, I could hear her angrily pounding on the bathroom door.
Despite my rock solid, etched in stone, buried under ten-thousand tons of concrete, unmovable, unyielding resolution that I wasn’t going to Maine; moving day finally came. It was heralded by the sound of a moving van backing up to the house.