The Last Time I Saw Jennifer
I was about ten years old, dressed in full camo, and playing army with my buddies. She was thin, haggard and cranky, but her spirit was indomitable. She lay outstretched on a hospital bed, with machines doing the work normally done by her athletic heart and lungs. She was just a shell of her former self. The last time I saw her so happy was at her preliminary hearing a couple of years ago, when she was joking with her husband, Skylar. She was working in one of those Czech science fiction films, the ones with a talking head on a video. At one time she had been one of the opening acts at Nightfall. Her tunes were familiar and warm, and her musical talent was mesmerizing. There were stars in her eyes at the prospect of her new life in Newfoundland.
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