Last Time I Was Me

I wrapped up my grandmother''s tea cup collection and my mother''s china, then grabbed a violin I''d hidden way back in my closet that made me cry, a gold necklace with a dolphin that my father gave me two weeks before he died of a heart attack when I was twelve and, at midnight, with that moon as bright as the blazes, I left Chicago.

When Jeanne Stewart stops at The Opera Man''s Cafe in Welta...