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"These things never turn out the way I've got them figured," I admitted. |
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B.C. wasn't looking at me. Instead she was content to stare out across the dusty, gravel surface of the parking lot past the road at the trees. There was an ominous stillness, like the calm before the storm. There was no moon, and the barriers created by the dense pine forests that carne right up to the side of the small motel created the illusion of being in the one small space allocated for the use of humans. |
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As far as I could tell, the motel had two or three other guests besides us. Several doors down, a new Buick with Kansas license plates hovered in front of a darkened unit. Beyond that, at the far end of the motel, a red pickup truck with Manitoba plates and a boat trailer was parked. |
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A layer of haze, the kind you get in the muggy stillness on a hot summer evening, hovered over everything. Chambers Bay was the kind of place 99 percent of the human race never sees, never wants to see and doesn't even know exists. After three hours' exposure to its decidedly limited charms, I had about decided you could fold me right in with the 99 percent. |
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Again it was Brenda who broke the solitude. "You've read everything I've read and had a chance to think about itwhat's this all about? Everytime I try to reason through it all, I run right back up against |
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