The Blues & Billie Armstrong 62
THE BOY IN THE WINDOW
Previously in The Blues & Billie Armstrong…
Valentine was waiting in her seat when I slid behind the wheel. I looked over and said, “I’m ready.” I had some grand feeling buzzing in my chest like I was bravely going into battle. But Valentine said, “One more stop.”
There was another series of lefts and rights before Valentine directed me to a dirt turnout in front of a battered little house.
It sat back from the street on a minor hill terraced and cultivated into what was now a weedy garden.