california 2:2
I was down to one quarter.
I had tried all the people who might have known where my brother was, but
none of them answered either. At risk of multi-cultural wrath for hogging
the phone, I dialed my brother's ex-wife, one last chance. I thought she wasn't
home either, but she answered on the tenth ring as I was hanging up. Yeah,
I'm here, I said. Who? she said. Uh, Bill's brother. She paused like she was
trying to remember her ex-husband even, let alone his brother. And? she said.
Nothing, I said. I wanted to spend the night with two kids? No, I should hang up.
Sorry, I said. Bye. At the beach, I had watched the kids splashing in the surf, having
fun for the first time under my estranged supervision, and I'd wished, briefly, that
they were my kids. But then it would be worse, somehow, driving through this crowded
state, knowing no one, no place to go, no family.
move on...
other roads...
Back Up...
other roads:
