Awethology Light Page 100
by The Awethors
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I had gone the wrong way. Whether in an unconscious effort to extend my drive or because I wasn’t concentrating, I was heading north now for the wrong side of the island. I was heading towards her house. I drove on autopilot trying to remember what we had talked about. Somehow we had condensed forty years into a few hours of minutiae. I had not expected her to stay for so long. I was numb. Without really thinking, I overtook a tractor and headed towards town.