We discover who their group is where they are waiting for their return. It’s a row of vehicles parked deep along a dirt trail in the wooded area behind the store. A few cars and a very southern Jeep hold passengers with weary eyes and clamped lips. If this is their “welcome wagon” I would hate to...
Feet are raised, heads are cocked, bodies balance with the constant shift of required weight all while we try to assess what has happened. But there is something else we are straining to grasp, too. There was another sound that rang out through the room. A sound our minds pique with the yearning ...
