I Had to Get AwayChapter 4
Bob Dylan predicted her existence way back in the sixties with the great surrealist song, "Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues:" Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the Goddess of gloom. She speaks good English and she invites you up into her room. And you're so kind and careful not to go to her too soon. And she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon "Is that your car?" Melinda pointed at the green and dusty Range Rover parked in front of the diner. I nodded. "Of course....