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Reminders of Him A Novel (Colleen Hoover)

Reminders of Him A Novel (Colleen Hoover)

Reminders of Him A Novel (Colleen Hoover)
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There’s a small wooden cross staked into the ground on the side of the road
with the date of his death written on it.
Scotty would hate it. I bet his mother put it there.
“Can you pull over?”
The driver slows down and brings the cab to a stop. I get out and walk
back to where the cross is. I shake it side to side until the dirt loosens
around it, and then I pull it out of the ground.
Did he die in this very spot? Or did he die in the road?
I didn’t pay attention to the details during the pretrial. When I heard he
had crawled several yards away from the car, I started humming so I
wouldn’t hear anything else the prosecutor said. Then, to avoid having to sit
through details if the case went to trial, I pleaded guilty.
Because technically, I was.
I may not have killed him with my actions, but I definitely killed him
with my inaction.
I thought you were dead, Scotty. But dead people can’t crawl.
I walk back to the cab with the cross in hand. I set it on the back seat
next to me and wait for the driver to pull back onto the road, but he doesn’t.
I glance at him in the rearview mirror, and he’s staring at me with a raised
“Stealing roadside memorials has to be some kind of bad karma. You
sure you want to take that?”
I look away from him and lie. “Yes. I’m the one who put it there.” I
can still feel him staring at me as he pulls back onto the road.
My new apartment is only two miles from here, but it’s in the opposite
direction from where I used to live. I don’t have a car, so I decided to find a
place closer to downtown this time so I can walk to work. If I can even find
a job. It’ll be difficult with my history and lack of experience. And,
according to the cabdriver, the bad karma I’m probably carrying around
right now.
Stealing Scotty’s memorial might be bad karma, but one could argue
that leaving a memorial up for a guy who verbally expressed his hatred for
roadside memorials could be bad karma as well. That’s why I had the driver
take the detour down this back road. I knew Grace probably left something
at the location of the wreck, and I felt I owed it to Scotty to remove it.
“Cash or card?” the driver asks.
I look at the meter and pull cash and a tip out of my purse and hand it
to him after he parks. Then I grab my suitcase and the wooden cross I just
stole and make my way out of the cab and up to the building.
My new apartment isn’t part of a huge complex. It’s just a singlestanding unit flanked by an abandoned car lot on one side and a
convenience store on the other. Plywood covers a downstairs window. Beer
cans in various stages of decay litter the property. I kick one aside so that it
doesn’t get stuck in the wheels of my suitcase.
The place looks even worse than it did online, but I expected as much.
The landlord didn’t even ask for my name when I called to see if they had
any vacancies. She said, “We always have vacancies. Bring cash; I’m in
apartment one.” Then she hung up.
I knock on apartment one. There’s a cat in the window staring at me.
It’s so motionless I start to wonder if it’s a statue, but then it blinks and
slinks away.
The door opens, and an older, tiny woman stares up at me with a
disgruntled look about her. She has curlers in her hair and lipstick smeared
to her nose. “I don’t need anything you’re selling.”
I stare at the lipstick, noting how it’s bleeding into the wrinkles
hugging her mouth. “I called last week about an apartment. You said you’d
have one available.”
Recognition flashes on the woman’s prune-like face. She makes a
hmph sound while looking me up and down. “Didn’t expect you to look like
I don’t know what to make of her comment. I look down at my jeans
and T-shirt while she walks away from the door for a few seconds. She
comes back with a zipper pouch. “Five fifty a month. First and last month’s
rent is due today.”
I count out the money and hand it to her. “There’s no lease?”

She laughs, stuffing the cash into her pouch
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