Publisher's Synopsis
One morning Hank Hakes drove up in his old red Chevy truck with a guitar and promises of dreams to come true. He kissed me tenderly that night and many nights to come.I first met Hank the night of the dance that Daddy and Mama almost didn't let me go to. After that I'd meet him by the maple tree in my parent's backyard in the middle of the night and he would tell me about the gig he'd just come from or the dance he'd just been to. He'd ask me about the books I was reading, the stories I was writing, the stories I wanted to tell. We'd talk about the life we wanted, the life we thought we'd have.If only I'd known then what I know now - of all the kisses he was giving away, of all the others he was promising dreams to. But all that - all those sweet moments and happy memories, was a long time ago.Now I'm alone on this bus with a baby on my lap and fear weighing heavy on my chest. I'm going home to tell Daddy he was right all along.
