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“The rain soaked my bones. It’s been a long time since I’ve been caught outside. Did me some good though. I will say what did me a lot of good, that cooking. France’s best and brightest cooks didn’t shine a light to Momma’s home meals. I should come home more often.”
“Cut out the crap.”
“Hey! Okay. It was way too late for eating. I should have been home by now I thought. You know I drank too much. ” He tried to smile, “I drove off. It took me about ten minutes or so to remember to stick my headlights on. The rain makes me dizzy. The cars on the highway seemed to go too fast, then too slow. The white lines kept moving away from me, close to me, away from me… I remember being confused. I couldn’t think straight, and it was raining”
“So, you’re saying that it’s not your fault.”
“No, it’s my fault.”
“What happened next?”
“I hit a red minivan, and then I ran back here. Good thing you’re so—”
“Will you ’fess up?”
“I tore off my license plate.”
There was a silence.
“How bad?”
“Not good.”

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