A text from Jo came buzzing.
I saw a dead guy yesterday.
There was a car accident in the park and I happened to be driving on the Avenue (of the Giants) before the ambulance got there. It was a motorcylist. It was pretty bad. His brains were over the road.
What did you do?
I directed traffic for a few minutes until calfire got there. Then I went to a birthday party and ate blackberry pie.
She's come a long way from the girl who wouldn't mow the lawn ever again after running over a bull frog. She is traveling deep into her own life and I wish I could see her face, although I don't know what I'd say.