‘Do you remember what happened?’ She sniffled a few times, her lip trembling as the image of Jean-Claude balls deep in another woman flooded her m...emory. Then the accident. ‘The man in the truck?’ ‘Yes, baby.’ ‘Did he make it?’ ‘No.’ Franklin looked over at his wife who was still unable to speak. ‘The Highway Patrol said that the accelerator stuck in his truck and he couldn’t negotiate the turn.’ ‘He was screaming, Daddy.’ She couldn’t help the tears from coming again. ‘He was holding onto the. And welfare. I hate that. When I was eighteen, I moved out. I have been on my own ever since. That was about ten years ago. I went to trade school for a while but could not afford even that. So I justtry my best to exist. Kind of sad huh?’ ‘What would be your dream job?’ ‘I would like to be a cosmetologist.’ ‘You want to study the stars?’ ‘No silly. I like hair and makeup and making women look better. It’s also may be called and aesthetician. That is what I always wanted to do for some reason.. I was headed out the door when my aunt walked back into the living room. "Where ya headed?" she asked, "I'm going out to play for a bit!" I answered, "Oh, My neck is so tired from the drive! I was hoping you would massage it a little, maybe I could sleep better!" I didn't think anything of it, and agreed to rub aunt Madeline's neck. She pulled a quilt from the back of the sofa and spread it on the floor, She laid face down and stretched her arms out, took a deep breath and exhaled. I. I thought about getting dressed collecting all my stuff, my term paper on Elizabeth Gurley Flynn, the formula that Amy had given me to make semen taste good, all of my stuff, and heading right back to Ida's house on the other side of town. But I thought: "Okay, Donnie, you fucker, I'm going to leave something for you..." I walked into his grungy kitchen, with a week's worth of dishes piled everywhere. I opened the refrigerator. I ate a bunch of his food, but that's not what I was looking for. I.