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On Cherry HillI watched his car until the lights were pinpoints in the distance, the ticket in my hand crumpled in my fist. **** Katie had a baby girl, right about the time I was spread across the hood of my car. Charlotte left me a message and told me not to bother coming, so I turned around and went home. I took a shower and slipped back into bed. And I didn't tell Charlie. I didn't tell him about the ticket or the suspended license or the cop. I don't know why. Part of me was just too ashamed-not of what had happened, but of how I had responded. Every time I remembered it, I flushed, and the crotch of my panties started getting damp. I just got the headlight fixed and took the receipt and the ticket to the courthouse, like he said to. The girl behind the glass took them, snapping her gum and tapping the keyboard with the longest fingernails I’d ever seen. "When did you get this ticket?" She frowned at her screen. "Last week," I said, remembering. "Monday morning." She shook her head, clacking away again at the keys with her nails ...» |
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