The Last JoyRide Part 7.
from Nick Adams Reads! Hosted by Nick Adams
TUESDAY 11:20AM "It's funny really. You wouldn't have recognized me a year ago." She pulled the Jeep carefully out into the narrow street and through an old neighborhood heading toward the square. "Oh yeah?" "Look," she said, putting her small black purse on the console between us, rummaging around then pulling from it a wallet which she handed over to me. "Open it up, there's some pictures inside." I did and there were. There was one of her and a man arm in arm in front of an iron gate. He was taller, much so, maybe six foot two or so. He was skinny with a shock of blonde hair pointing wildly in all directions. It was definitely her too, the smile was unmistakably the same but the face and hair and body, it was all different. She probably weighed thirty more pounds. He short hair was an auburn brown and she wore much more make-up. She looked moderately happy, content at least, but there was no sparkle in her eyes.
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