Braunbeck “Mom!” shouted Jason from the back seat of the station wagon. “Lookit that woman! She’s crying!”Tammy Horton caught a glimpse of the shiny black BMW as it sped past. The driver—a woman on the wrong side of forty and trying hard not to look it—was, indeed, crying. Her right hand shook terribly as she wiped at her puffy eyes with a wadded Kleenex, ruined mascara running in dark streaks down both sides of her face. Maybe she was coming from a funeral, or from the hospital where she’d been visiting a dying friend or relative. Or maybe she’d discovered that her husband was having an affair with a younger woman. It didn’t matter; the misery on her face and the tears in her eyes told everyone, for just a quick moment shared by passing Monday cars, that her entire world had just collapsed.“Well?” Tammy asked her children.Jason and Lynn looked at one another, then Lynn said: “Jason saw it first.”The rules of this particular road game were very strict: If You See It First, You Have To Claim It.“Okay, Jason…it’s yours.”“Cool!”A moment later he held a dark, wet, squirming mass in his arms.“Ew!”
What do You think about While The Black Stars Burn?
