As we wheeled out of Yellow Snake, Mr. Kuzawa at the helm in my cab truck, the ground mist reflected the white glare off the headlights back into our eyes. As my breath and pulse settled, I cranked the window handle and let in the crisp air. Inhaling the heady fragrance to the honeysuckle robing the roadside fences and mashing my eyes closed were all it took to trip off my dreams. What did you ask me, Ashleigh? Am I a born psycho? No, I live with a split personality—half-light, half-dark. You said we Geminis are programmed that way. You know, we see the world in black and white. That’s what I do. I said lovers should make love under the stars. No way, you sulked. There’d be no fucking on the dewy grass. The sheets were clean at your lair, so we beelined to the Chewink, Ashleigh girl. We stayed in your decadent crib. Don’t you remember us flirting and fucking in Room 7? How you removed this boy’s clothes, and his innocence? It was exhilarating and liberating. After the fireworks, you sighed.
