The Point

I went over to Lonnie, who was still shaking uncontrollably and offered him my hand.

He took it...probably afraid not to....and I lifted him up.  Together we walked back to the car.  He sat in the back.


"You see, kid," I said, as I started the car and began driving away, "Kyle was a good guy,

but not too bright.  Your Uncle Jesse got married a few years back to a girl thirty years

younger than he was.  A real beauty from the old country.  I'm not saying it's right, I'm not

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