Buick every time we went somewhere because he said the pick-up was so old it was close to exploding soon and he was probably very right, I thought so even more the day your mom drove home and there was smoke coming out of it. We drove that Buick all over town and usually you felt like driving but if I wanted to we flipped a coin, a wheat penny that we kept in the ashtray. One day, though, when I was driving, the brakes gave out and we were going down the hill behind the Albertson's shopping center and I had to swerve hard left to not crash the Buick head-on on a light pole. It hit the back seat hard, passenger side, glass everywhere and dent like a steely cavern, and I lmew I was dead the second dad found out, but we were alive. "That was dose;' you said, your heart pounding just as loud as mine was, I could hear it. My dad was mad but yes we were alive. Pure grace he gave us when he said the Buick he could pay a lot ofmoney to get back in shape but no amount ofmoney would have gotten us back from death. When he left that night, the second we heard the door dose, you and me, we were in this for good. You were still taller and it made my back hurt a little bit having to stand on my tiptoes but it was worth it and it was only a few min– utes before we weren't standing up anymore. It was your lips and my lips and your body and mine and we didn't do it but we came dose. I knew I wasn't like you, I lmew my dad would come back, so I made you leave. 41
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