Just Could Not Let Her Go Back To That Life

I was in college. The college girls didn't interest me. I liked girls from the barrio. I cruised Oak Cliff looking for a waitress or night clerk. I picked up this barmaid and took her back to my apartment in University Park. She wanted to fuck.

The next day, a Sunday I drove her back down to Oak Cliff. A seedy complex, I took her back with me. I took her to buy some clothes, she was still in her uniform. We stared at each other.

Long story short I kept her with me, finished college, went to law school, took her with me. To New York, then the west coast. I married her, but kept it to ourselves until my mother died.