And then she just put her arm around my belly and started rubbing, and she said, “Can we go on the highway?” And I thought of all that we’d been through and all the suffering. And I said, “Yeah, we could do that.” So we got on I-95. And I had it up to eighty. And she was just screaming with happiness. Morphine bag was flapping over her head. And that wind—I always imagined the wind on a bike making you feel free, you know? It’s so powerful. And for ten minutes we were normal, and that wind just blew all the death off of us.
