mississippi 2:2
Now, said Jim Floor waving his unshaken hand, let me show you my family.
I looked to Jill, inquiring whether we still cared. The man staggered over to a silver sports car
and opened the driver's door. Another man and a woman were sitting in the back seat.
You know this Jim Floor, I asked them. Yes, said the woman. Jim Floor took hold of my shirt.
They're waiting for me to drive them home, he said. The couple in the back looked at Jim Floor
with impatience, like they wanted to get on the road. He shouldn't drive, I said. No one else
drives my car, Jim said, and we got to get home. Amy's got curfew. That's her beau, Nathan.
They's like family to me, he said, my only truest goddamnest friends in the world. We've been
in Jackson for the day, drinking. I work nights. You get down to Bogalusa, you ask for Jim Floor,
everyone knows me in Bogalusa, my whole godmandest family down there. Want a beer?
Okay, I said, figuring that'd be something he wouldn't drink on the way home. We didn't go to
Bogalusa, but I looked for Jim Floor's shattered car in the ditches all through the south. I didn't
see it, so I thought he'd made it home.
move on...
other roads...
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