Jamie, It's Our Dance
Oh, God, what if they''re following me? He turned his head slowly toward the right and moved his eyes to look at the driver of the car on his right. It was a black woman. She did not look his way and looked innocent enough. He breathed slightly and looked to his left. The driver of the car was a white-haired, elderly man. I think it''s okay, he thought. A tractor-trailer suddenly appeared i...
Oh, God, what if they''re following me? He turned his head slowly toward the right and moved his eyes to look at the driver of the car on his right. It was a black woman. She did not look his way and looked innocent enough. He breathed slightly and looked to his left. The driver of the car was a white-haired, elderly man. I think it''s okay, he thought. A tractor-trailer suddenly appeared i...
