walked to the nearest house. My mother’s house.
“She was on the porch shelling peas,” Walt said. “I was in full leather. Patches. Bandana. Probably looked like trouble. Most people would have gone inside and locked the door.”
“What did she do?”
“She said, ‘You look hot. You want some lemonade?’”
She gave him lemonade. Then lunch. Then she drove him to continue reading …
