The Blues & Billie Armstrong 24
A THOUSAND LIVES
Previously in The Blues & Billie Armstrong…
“Like a meeting of the minds?” I said, because I’d read that phrase somewhere and thought it hinted at something important. “Like a meeting of hearts,” Pop said.
I didn’t think I would ever know a woman that way.
We stood in the dirt, thumbs out, still in silence.
Now that we were back on the highway there were plenty of cars, but they roared by at fifty miles an hour, kicking up gusts of hot air that blew Billie’s hair back from her face. I toed the gravel. Ten minutes passed. Twenty.
“Wanna check the place out?” she said, with a might-as-well nod across the street.