Joe was more confused than ever. He got in his car and drove around town thinking. He went to Hungry Jim's. He went to the corner drugstore where the gang always stopped for ice cream. He went by the high school and sat in the football stadium alone. He drove out into the country, then out to the old railroad bridge. Then he just drove and drove, no idea where he was heading; mind racing, no idea where mind was headed. Out on the highway -- tall pines on either side -- past the old locomotive; on and on.
When Joe's mind stopped spinning he was astonished to see that he was far west of home, headed for Mississippi. Time to stop kidding himself. He was heading for Dallas, heading for Mary.
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