finding
her had became an obsesssion. calculating her thoughts in his head, he had her
movements down to three western states. he knew she would avoid the cold of
the north and the humidity of the southest and the flakes of california and
the rednecks of texas, leaving a small band of possible states. he would travel
these states reading the landscape until he found the place that she would inevitably
land.
sounds
echoed off truck cabs all night long, distant voices shouting out pump numbers
between the muzak static of top 40's hits.
her mother was always living on the periphery of society
pulling her kids along for a ride along the freeway offramps of the southeastern
states. stopping only for the months or weeks it took her to piss off the
restaurant managers with her refusals. staying in the back of a trailer she
dreamed of a house with concrete floors, a perminent spot with walls that
didnt flex with the wind. it would be many years before this wish came true.
