The Blues & Billie Armstrong 22
KEY TO THE HIGHWAY
Previously in The Blues & Billie Armstrong…
“After I left her and ran away like that, how could I tell them?”
“I don’t blame you, man. I might’ve done the same,” she said, but I didn’t believe her.
Early in the morning, Billie came through the window again and shook me awake.
I opened one eye and she raised a finger to her lips, signaling me to be quiet. She sat on the bed kind of side-saddle and close enough that I scooched away at the press of her round hip against the outside of my thigh. She dangled the envelope in her hand.
“So, are you afraid to open it and read it or what?” she said.