The past was close behind :: Under the Covers

“She was married when we first meet, soon to be divorced, I helped her out of a jam I guess, but I used a little too much force. We drove that car as far as we could, abandoned it out West, split it up on a dark sad night, both agreeing it was best. She turned around to look at me, as I was walking away, I heard her say over my shoulder, “we’ll meet again someday on the avenue”“