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I raisewheel “Ten years!”

“It could have been fifteen, but she was a model prisoner,” she says, as if that was a concession on Mom’s part “She wrote you once a week ”

I glare at Courtney through the windshield “Then be her social worker if you’re up her damn ass soto visit ”

“Isaiah,” she says with defeat “Come in Give her a chance ”

I place one foot on the clutch and the other on the gas My engine roars with anger and the car’s frame vibrates with the need to run Third Street ends at the social services building and ht shot to the clear strip of road Give Moiven one?

“You have no idea what she did,” I say

“I do ” Courtney softens her voice

“I’ about why she went to prison ” I shakein my mind “You have no idea what she did to me ”

“Yes, I do ” A pause “Come in We can work this out ”

No It can never be worked out “Did you know that the lights on Third Street are on a timer?” I ask her “And that if you hit the sweet spot speed you can cruise the entire strip without hitting a red?”

Courtney bangs her fist against the glass “Don’t you dare!”

I rev the engine again “Ever hit a quarter mile in ten seconds, Courtney?”

“Isaiah! You’d better—”

I hit End and toss the phone onto the passenger seat Focusing on the red light, I shift into First as as Speed It’s what I crave I can race the eht turns, I release the clutch and as

Is it possible to outrun memories?