thousand times.
I hadn’t told him my name.
I stood there hugging my arms and staring at his hands.
When he finished, he wiped them on a rag and looked at me with the saddest eyes I have ever seen.
Then he said, very gently, “Take care now, Margaret.”
Everything in me stopped.
I hadn’t told him my name.
“What did you say?”
But he was already stepping back.
That was when I saw the Polaroid on the passenger seat.
“Wait.”
He looked at me once, like there was more
