Driving through town on my way back from Wilson’s I passed Imelda. It was the first time I’d seen her in about five years and I smiled in her direction and she saw me but she blanked me, like I expected her too, and like she does every time I see her.
That’s cool, I wasn’t kind to her when we were together. Slept with all her friends.
She has black hair and pale skin, huge cheekbones and she always looks a little closed-off. I don’t know if she’s beautiful.
I used to think she was.