![]() ![]() It was made like a taxi, but it most definitely wasn’t since it took you only where you didn’t want to go. They were sitting in the backseat, behind steel mesh, and the doors wouldn’t open from the inside. empty.ĭry as the sand that blew through the desert outside the police cruiser’s windows. ![]() ![]() Claire held on to her and did all the sympathetic things right- murmured that it would be okay, patted her on the back, hugged her.īut although she said all the right things, she felt. Her best friend, Eve, already was, in helpless, furious sobs. Claire stared at the creaking billboard that marked the town limits of Morganville, Texas, and thought, I ought to be crying. ![]()
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