A Night in Lana
A woman who could have been mine, for a while was.
I was a senior in high school. The weekend had arrived and my parents and I were planning a trip out of town when I was called into work for Saturday and Sunday. An unfortunate circumstance as we had the cabinets painted and the smell of varnish was nausiating, thus the trip. My parents went ahead with the plans but I stayed the night at my aunt's. She lived only two blocks down the street. I arrived in the evening. A Fri...