8Did I know that was Hennie that jumped in my truck that night? Well, seeing as I didn’t know a lick about the girl I had asked out, other than some curves, that evil eye and a sly grin, not even a name I had cursed myself all that afternoon for forgettin’ to ask for, I guess you could say that it was a gradual understanding.
She was skinny, but so sweet, and was hungry to hear anything and everything I could tell her. As she listened to me ramble on about dairy cows and the Navy, she pulled off boots that were full of water and stuck her bare feet on the heater. She was tremblin’ all over and I already longed to pull her close and share with her my warmth. Then she shook the rain out of her hair like a dog out of a bass pond, but it was so black and so dark outside the truck that I could
