Judy Hyland. She sat next to me in first grade. I still remember the design on her metal lunch box. A boy and a girl walking hand-in-hand, the girl carring a lunch box with the same picture.

My love life has been a wreck since I took up with that Lithuanian Trapese artist I met in the desert. Ever since I lost my job selling carpets she's constantly throwing it in my face that she should have stayed with that painter guy, whoever the hell he is. He can have her for all I care.