She fought the urge to cover herself with her arms as she took the seat across the table from him.He had a doughy face mottled with scars. His feet were small in blue canvas shoes. He was wearing blue pants and a blue chambray shirt. His fingernails were neat and he smelled sweet, like talcum pow...
The day had been long and it wasn’t over. She drank coffee. Through the passenger window, the Union Pacific train rolled on into the night, a dark wall of metal.Indio wasn’t far from Palm Springs, about twenty minutes in the car, but it was another country when it came to personality.Working in t...