I wonder if the rain has stopped. Summer storms never last long. Summer storms. The rain will be good for the corn. The cigarette makes me more sleepy and I feel a little lightheaded. I crush the cigarette out on the carpet that is covered with cigarette burns and ashes. I close my eyes and think how nice it would be to just go to sleep, but I don’t want to sleep at my brother’s house. I need to get back to the city and go to work in the morning. I have a four-hour drive ahead of me. I force myself to stand so I can say good bye to Johnny and Louise.
“It was so nice of you to come by,” says Louise as she gives me a hug. Her nipples press against my shirt as she grinds herself against my groin.
“I’ll see you soon Johnny,” I say to my brother as we shake hands.
Johnny nods his head and moves his lips as if ready to say something. I wait for him to speak. I’m patient with my brother. “Okay,” he mumbles.
The driveway is muddy as I walk back to the car. I hear Louise let out a laugh and soon others bellow out in raucous laughter.
I stand by my car and think how I don’t like driving in the dark, but at least the storm has passed. The thought gives me comfort until I hear a rumble in the distance. Is it thunder? Another storm coming? It’s the blare of a horn from a diesel as another train approaches. The second freight in the night just like father said. I feel the ground vibrating beneath my feet and watch boxcars roll by. I hear a shrill giggle that pierces over the roar of the train and see father standing at the side of the tracks. His body stands just inches away from the boxcars that pass along in the night.
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