I Walked Out Of Prison After 27 Years And This Little Girl Was Waiting For Me

at another table where the waitress was making a fuss over her.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” Ruth said.

“You don’t need to.”

“What are you going to do now? Where will you go?”

I’d been thinking about that on the ride.

“I figured I’d ride east a while. Find some work somewhere nobody knows my face. Live quiet.”

Ruth was quiet for a minute. Then she said,continue reading …