A Fresh Start

“I’m done running from the cops,” I said, rubbing my temples.

“Take me by the hand,” Rachel said. “I got an idea.”

“Excuse me?” I said, spitting out my coffee. “Is this some kind of joke?”

Rachel held out her arm, opening and closing her hand. “We need a fresh start.”

I looked either way and stood to my feet. “What’s this all about?” As I touched her hand, I felt an electric shock raced through my body.

Even though I touched her every day, I don’t often feel this electric shock. But I feel it today.

“Something the matter?” Rachel said.

“What?” I shook my head. “Yes. I mean, no, of course not.”

“Tell me you’ll take me anywhere.”

“Like?” I said.

Rachel stroked her chin with her free hand. “Georgia.”

“Georgia?” I raised a brow. “You sure?”

“What the hell,” Rachel said. “We’ve got nowhere else to go. I’m sick of North Carolina and Seattle.”

I turned to look at the house. “I’m going to miss this old little home.”

Rachel placed her finger to my lips and fit her tight body in mine. “It’s a house. A home is anywhere we’re together.”

I laughed.

“What?”

“Sounds like you got the concept from some country music song.”

“I did.” Rachel smiled.

We packed the Ford F-150, and headed southbound. It’s not like I’d wanted to leave. I mean, part of me did, but part of me wanted to get the hell out of this town. In any case, Rachel was leaving with a bad reputation.

People wondered what I was doing with her — what I saw in her. I told them I saw everything in her both the good and the not so good.

We traveled the length of highways and changed a thousand interstates. We stayed in a few cheap hotels on the way. But we had fun — not just normal fun. Rachel wasn’t like that. We’d had sex in the church she grew up in. I thought is was wired and kept one eye open, wondering what God was thinking.

“We’re here,” Rachel said, placing the car in park. “This is our house.”

I laughed. “What are we just going to live in someone’s house?”

Rachel gave me a tight-lipped stare; her eyes remained unmovable.

“Oh. You’re serious.”

“It’s going to take a lot of work to fix this place up, but I figured it’d give us a fresh start.”

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