“No, actually, I didn’t graduate.” Lou-Ann was still looking down at the paper placemat with stars locating Holiday Inns all over the Gulf Coast. “I . . . I had a baby.”
Harry didn’t have time to hide his surprise before Lou-Ann looked up. “He died,” she said.
For a moment, the old saying came to Harry’s mind—was it Mencken? Nelson Algren?—about never making love to a woman whose troubles are worse than yours. But just for a moment.
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