Butch has started school, but not with me. He’s on the other side of town, in something called a temple. So now mom picks me up at school, we pick up Butch, she takes us home, Grandma meets us in the driveway, we jump out and Mom heads to her overnight shift at the power company. On days I have Cowboy Eddie Art picks me up from school. Sometimes Mom says, “Warn, I wish they’d let first graders drive.” I say, “Me too!” knowing that will never happen, but I start paying attenti