“Come on Harold,” Natalie said. “Let’s do it. We can pretend to be Marilyn Monroe and Fred Astaire.”
The water main on Monroe and Front had exploded the night before, lifting the street and sidewalk like a mini, rupturing volcano. MLGW was quick to jack-hammer all night long to repair the main line. He saw how the freshly-cemented sidewalk was now calling Natalie’s name.
“Marilyn and Fred were never an item, Natalie. And it’s too dangerous,” Harold said. “Leaving foot and handprints in cement? Leaving our DNA? Just another way for them to track us. No, thank you.”Read More