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I wasn't crazy! I continued walking. He got out of the truck and walked after me. When he caught up to me, I refused to speak with him. He then told me I was crazier than he thought, because I was walking to nowhere and I would end up dying of hypothermia in the cold, winter night air. I continued to walk, ignoring him even though he was right; as soon as the sun set it would be cold. It wasn't like sleeping on the beach during a warm summer night. The desert got cold. He got back in his truck and cut me off with it, got out, picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder. I was kicking and screaming as he put me back in the truck. He took rope and tied the door handle to the truck bed so I couldn't open it. He wasn't going to lock me in here! I went for the other door but it was locked too. I yelled and screamed that he was the crazy one, trying to run me over and kidnap me!
" Despite her happy marriage, another past lover haunts her. On hearing about his death,
she realizes that his love had influenced her decisions “beyond his grave”—an insightful commentary on the nature of
lost love."
Kirkus Reviews
