I don’t remember where we were, but we were outside. Night, cars, a parking lot. Lee G and I were coming or going, likely from the Dawg, The Nu-Way, or George’s, the three main places for live music in Spartanburg. Maybe we just polished off a club sandwich at Simple Simon or a baklava at Sugar ‘N Spice, I don’t know.
All I know is that it was dark and there were cars and I smelled hurricanes and peach orchards and there she stood with her friend, Vicky.
I don’t even remember what she said, or what I said, but I remember her smell and her tiny hands covering her mouth when she laughed and then falling gracefully downward, wrapping around my skinny waist and hugging me goodbye.
Oooohhh…call back. What’s next???