INKY BLACK RIBBON WINDING THROUGH THE DESERT. I PUSH THE JALOPY FORWARD. THE HEAP HEAVES AND SIGHS AS THE ASPHALT SLIDES UNDERNEATH THE WHEELS. ONLY A THOUSAND MORE MILES UNTIL I SEE THE ANGELS FACE AGAIN. DOES SHE REMEMBER. DOES SHE FEEL THE SAME. ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT. I PUSH THE ACCELERATOR THROUGH THE FLOOR BOARD. HANG ON BABY GIRL....I'M COMING. more
