Back Tiny Love
Chapters (35)
  1. Cover
  2. Title
  3. Foreword
  4. Plant Growin’ Problems
  5. Nightmare
  6. Facing the Music
  7. Facing the Music
  8. Kubuku Rides(This Is It)
  9. The Rich
  10. Old Frank and Jesus
  11. Boy and Dog
  12. Julie: A Memory
  13. Samaritans
  14. Night Life
  15. Leaving Town
  16. The End of Romance
  17. The Crying
  18. And Another Thing
  19. Tiny Love
  20. A Birthday Party
  21. BIG BAD LOVE
  22. Falling Out of Love
  23. The Apprentice
  24. Wild Thing
  25. Big Bad Love
  26. Gold Nuggets
  27. Waiting for the Ladies
  28. Old Soldiersfor Lisa
  29. Sleep
  30. Big Bad Love
  31. Discipline
  32. Big Bad Love
  33. 92 Daysfor buk
  34. A Roadside Resurrection
  35. About the Author

He said something about a favor. He said something about if it wouldn’t hurt you and would help the other person. I didn’t know what he was talking about. I told him to please go home.

He said he needed to talk to me, that nobody understood. I told him I didn’t want to do anything that would hurt him, but that he needed to go home right away.

I knew I had to be firm. I told him I was going to close the door. He hung his head. Then he looked up and looked into my eyes. Looked right into me. Everything changed in that moment. I saw how the rest of my life was going to be. I knew that I would always be lonely, and that I would always be scared. I told him to go home again and then I shut the door.

I don’t remember driving home. I just woke up the next morning in bed with Betty. Tracey was crying. It was dark. I put my hand on Betty and I moved against her and I put my chin in her neck. She squeezed my hand in her sleep. She moved it down between her legs and moaned. Maybe she was having a bad dream. It all came back to me suddenly, what I’d done the night before. I just closed my eyes. I didn’t want to think about it. I had to get up in thirty more minutes. I had to get up and fix myself some breakfast.

Some men showed up a few days later. One of them was short, with a red beard. His shirt was spattered with paint. He did all the talking. The other one just stood on the porch and looked around.

I let them in after they explained why they were there. They brought their tools in, and the linoleum in. I stayed in the bedroom while they hammered and sawed and nailed. I thought they never would get through.

Finally he knocked on the door and asked me if I wanted to come out and look at it. I went out and looked. The doors were hung and the new linoleum was down. They’d done a neat job, a good job. But I wanted them out of my house. I wrote him a check quickly, for the same price that Richard had named. They took his sawhorses. They said they could do other things: remodeling, build decks, paint my house. I thanked them and told them I didn’t need anything else right now. I didn’t ask them anything about Richard.