of me and to make him love me when the Strawberry Moon hung in the sky. You would call it June although I don’t understand your months as well as I understand my moons. I knew I could not take him to my home but I thought I could learn to love the air upon my skin when he touched me,” her voice hitched, the sound catching at Joey’s heart. “But it was not to be.
“I heard them laughing first. They were down here next to the log shedding their clothes. Her hair was the color of straw and her skin was tanned from the sun. He touched her just so, and I knew I was too late. I knew he would not be mine.”
Joey remembered Clara Jones’ golden tan and the way she twirled her hair around her finger when Coach Davis walked thro...
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