July 1981 Gus sighed as he pulled into the apartment parking lot. Luckily, he found a space close to the walkway to their apartment and backed the truck in. He got out and put his hands to his lower back, stretched, then smiled when he saw his little station wagon in its assigned spot. He
June 1982 “Gus?” “Hmm?” He murmured as he drove, not looking over. She took a breath. “I wanted to ask you something.” He quickly glanced over at her. After a moment, he asked, “Yeah?” “You remember that night?” “That night?” “Yeah,” she paused, her hands clasping together in her lap. “It keeps coming back to