MY BROTHER’S SPIRIT HELPED US
Money Blew in My Path
When we were hungry, the wind picked up.
“I’m starving! Who’s got money, come on!” Karla shoved her hands into Tim’s front pockets, digging for money that wasn’t there.
Karla was a dark-haired chunky girl who wore jersey tank tops, no bra. No one cared about her mostly bare breasts. It was the ’70s…