The summer I turned 18 I was working as a tow truck driver before school started up again. One late night I was dispatched to a call for unknown car trouble more than 45 miles from town. Arriving on scene, I recognized the big station wagon as belonging to our neighbors and there was Mrs. Z standing beside it looking frazzled. She couldn’t see me at first because of the glare of the headlights, but rushed to hug me as soon as she recognized me. Mrs. Z was trembling a little as she clung to me and kissed my neck. I’d had a crush on her for as long as I could remember, barely 5 feet tall, dark… 続きを読む