Middle America - End of May, 1973: It was past midnight. I had just been to the last official event of my senior year in high school with all my chums. I was very late coming home. As I pulled in the driveway I saw the curtains move in my mother’s bedroom window. She’d been watching out the window for me to return. I was 18. I was a responsible young woman.
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