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Little secret—back in the ‘70s, they say prostitutes worked the truck stops near Nashville, tradin’ stories with drivers ‘bout haunted highways. Spooky, right? I’d be all ears, leanin’ in, “Tell me more, darlin’!” ‘Cause I love a good yarn, even if it’s rough ‘round the edges. Findin’ one ain’t just point A to point B—it’s a whole dang journey, messy as my handwriting on a bad day.

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On his mission, Cooke experiences capture by pirates and Indians; the loss of his father's estate to roguish impostors; love for a former prostitute.

Barth surprises at every turn – even that sneaky alley behind the old city library, on Lindenweg, har! Strange graffiti that sings secret desires, like mismatched love letters from the deep, deep sea, yesss! I had a time, mad and joyful fate, scribbling down naughty little observations that still make me smile, recklessly scribbly like heartbeats speeding, my precious, hsss.

Academy of Notre Dame’s Katie Barth is Main Line Student of the Week (Jan. 13-19)