The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week:
When Peggy Greene was nine years old she was shot in the head by her father. While the incident was declared an accident, many of the residents of Lyle County wondered every time they saw Paul Greene coming down the street.
Peggy grew up a fairly happy child and after a few grafts had little visible damage — unless you looked really hard — you couldn’t tell she had been in an “accident”.
I met Peggy when she was six and I was seven. We were stuck together like gummy bears on a hot day from then on. When I was thirty I got married and moved away and we lost touch but not our connection. Last month I got into trouble and she was the first person I called. She hopped on a plane and showed up on my door within twenty fours hours ready to whisk me away to Cobo if need me. Unfortunately…