On my way to Trevor's dad's, I tried listening to
The Meadowlands
, but couldn't. Initially I thought I might try finding something else, but I didn't want to distract my eyes from the road so I fiddled with the analog radio dial instead, surfing through some local ads and bad alternative rock and then finally it was once the in vogue rap came on that I just turned the entire thing off.
Silence. Driving in it, out here wasn't too bad. Especially when you had something on your mind unshakeable. Actually that's a lie, because I've driven down these roads plenty of times with heavy thoughts and I've always almost preferred the company of some good music. But I guess what I had now was more than a heavy mind.
There was a car I didn't recognize in the loop of a driveway of Mr. Macomb's. Dark blue
PT Cruiser
. Pretty new, good condition. I glanced through the window as I walked by, it looked spotless in there. I wondered who it was. The entry to the trailer was open, only guarded by the plastic glass of the storm door. Go in, I told myself.
