I never told Foreman Frank about Auntie Kris. Froggy or Lentz or Smitty, that I was studying law. I couldn t tell the school I was doing swingshift, union wages. Professors wanted us clerking for law firms, six bucks an hour. Not with three kids.
Dreamers don t tell the whole truth.
Twenty years passed. The law-thing broke most of my bones. My own fault really. After Dr. King passed away, we took to dreaming aloud, in broad daylight. Freightliner tire tracks all over the nice olive Marcolo tweed suit my wife brought home one Saturday, from Nordstrom s Rack.