The heat in Bakersfield that July afternoon did not just sit on you. It pressed down like a heavy woolen blanket left out in the sun until the fibers turned greasy and sour. I drove my truck straight into the gravel lot behind the Walgreens on North Chester, kicking up a white cloud of dust that settled right over my front bumper.
My sister Bonnie was waiting by her old gray Toyota, but she was not leaning against the door like she usually did when she was mad. She was just standing …
The heat in Bakersfield that July afternoon did not just sit on you. It pressed down like a heavy woolen blanket left out in the sun until the fibers turned greasy and sour. I drove my truck straight into the gravel lot behind the Walgreens on North Chester, kicking up a white cloud of dust that settled right over my front bumper. Read More