April 8, 2010

While unpacking, I emptied a purse I hadn’t used in years, found a receipt from a stop at an Iowa City Kum & Go: 13.2 gallons of gas and a Diet Coke, purchased four months before I asked him to find a new place to live.

It might have been icy that day. My car wheels might have slipped a little bit as I turned into the gas station parking lot. I might have had friends in the car, or I might have been alone. That day, all I knew is I needed fuel for the immediate journey.

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