Lex When I went to bed in my crappy hotel room, I half-expected to see Sam again. I was here, following her instructions, wasn’t I? Surely she’d want to check in on my progress? But I just had regular dreams filled with tangled snatches of images: sunshine and graves and a green dress with fringe. By eight a.m. I was driving south toward Chino. Traffic was light this early on a Sunday morning, but I still had to pay close attention to freeway signs. I could drive the route from the airport to Sam’s neighborhood in Long Beach from memory, but I didn’t know East LA very well. It appeared to be an industrial area, filled with plenty of factories, concrete, and patches of scrubby bare land, but very few private homes. Compared to the rest of the city, this part of town seemed barren. The California Institute for Women was surprisingly enormous, bigger than many college campuses. I’d arrived plenty early, but it still took ages to park, go through security, and wait my turn for visitation.
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