I Saw a Biker Steal a Wheelchair From a Crying Old Woman Outside Walmart

there.”

“He’ll be back. He’ll be back before supper. He always is.”

I sat with Joan for forty-five minutes on that wet bench. My kids eventually came out and joined us. My oldest held Joan’s hand without being asked. My youngest offered her a fruit snack from his pocket.

The black pickup pulled back into the parking lot at exactly five-twelve.

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