She was so drunk she was singing and I drove her home in her Dodge Dart even though my learner's permit wasn't valid and I'd recently totalled the company van.
Will I knock over the beer bottle bracing myself with my feet? I pause, clenching
everything so as not to come right away.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Wait."
"Put your arms round my shoulders please"—showing me how to get leverage, chanting:
"Oh, John, oh, John, oh, John, oh, John, oh, Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny ... "
For the first, the only, time in my life.
And always, after that, a throwaway come, then the real one.
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