Dawn Drives by Smith Street

Today, I had to run an errand around Smith Street. Dawn was with me. As we got close to her old ghetto, she stood and started yawning – that nervous yawn dogs do when they’re stressed out – when their bodies are all rigid and tense. I kept watching her through the rear-view mirror, wishing more than ever that I could jump into her thoughts. But I was also wishing Dawn could read mine, because she would know that there’s no way in hell she’s going back there.