Tires chewed at stones on the dirt and gravel drive. Lila Mathers searched beneath one thigh for the television remote, her movements and generous flesh accidentally pressing the button that shut everything off.To her left, a banker's lamp with a cracked glass shade illuminated a small rectangle of light in the living room of her narrow trailer. Rising from the couch, she left the light on and walked a cautious line to her dark kitchen. Lifting her cell phone from its charging base, she looked out the small curtained window over the sink. The vehicle's lights remained on, garishly lighting the first quarter of her trailer. She squinted at the back taillights, a moment's confusion caused by how far they seemed from the front of the car.A limo -- on her private dirt drive in the middle of nowhere.She put the phone back on its base and waited to see who would emerge from inside as the door cracked open an inch. Her hands picked at the edges of the plain linen robe in which she had wrapped her body after a shower.
