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’TIL WE MEET AGAIN<br />
but by the time I was ready to join him for a few cents a<br />
day, the horse had been replaced by a truck. Life was starting<br />
to move a little faster, and Howard always said that my<br />
quick feet and steady hands were a big help.<br />
Rain or shine, snow or gale, Howard made his deliveries.<br />
Whenever there was no school, I went along to help him.<br />
At first it wasn’t easy balancing on the running board on the<br />
passenger side, but I soon got the hang <strong>of</strong> it, jumping down<br />
before the truck stopped and then skipping <strong>of</strong>f to deliver the<br />
milk. Howard barely had to idle the engine before I stepped<br />
back on and he drove to the next house.<br />
One Saturday I was too sick to join Howard on his<br />
route. That was the day something went wrong.<br />
I remember G<strong>of</strong>fie’s face as she walked into my room<br />
later that morning. I was half asleep as she entered, but<br />
by the time she reached my bed, I could see that she was<br />
upset. Her face was tight and pale, her steps heavy. I sat up<br />
straight, waiting for the news.<br />
“Howard’s in the hospital. He had an accident,” she<br />
said. “He had to swerve to avoid another vehicle and lost<br />
control <strong>of</strong> the truck. It rolled and ended up on the other<br />
side <strong>of</strong> the road.”<br />
I was silent, though I was a whirlwind <strong>of</strong> thoughts and<br />
emotions. I knew that if I hadn’t been ill, I would have<br />
been on that truck too. Would I have stood a chance on<br />
that running board when the truck rolled over? I couldn’t<br />
imagine a version <strong>of</strong> this scenario where I would make it<br />
out alive.<br />
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