They were the last two of my grandmother’s babies. Close as twins. One with flaming red hair and beautiful green eyes. The other, a blond Adonis.
At seventeen and nineteen, they were coddled as the babies of the family, and praised by all for their good looks.
It was on a rainy night. They had been drinking at a juke joint. Living life, having fun with the girls and the music.
Two teenage boys at the door of possibilities.
It ends there in the dark, speeding down a lonely wet road. Too fast in life, too fast in the car.
Too fast gone.