KEEP TALKING
Manitoba and points north; nothing to make
me mad. On some sideways bus, the guy reads
a book on family ties - the man owns a junkyard
and, in this book, his daughter has a kid she keeps
secret. I told him it didn't sound as if it would
interest me; then we began talking about an older
book I'd once read, and he had too. 'Letourneau's
Used Auto Parts', as I recalled the title, by Carolyn
Chute. It was fun the way we both reminisced, about
something so long ago - a simple, silly book with
Big Lucien in the lead. I guess the northland made
me here think of Maine. Then the bus stopped and
we all dispersed. I really didn't wish to see him
again so I skipped the return boarding and caught
the next bus. That meant a four hour wait, but it
would be worth it, I knew.
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