The engine droned and insects hit the truck’s windshield in the dark. Lucy had fallen asleep two hours back but woke up as the sun began rising somewhere over the South Dakota side of the two lane. Justin kept it at the speed limit even though they were all alone, surrounded by a rolling sandy expanse with no fences, trees, or houses in sight—no indication anyone owned any of it.
“Lucy, do you read a lot?”
“Yeah, how come?”
“My sister reads; she wears glasses, too.”
“I didn’t know you had a sister. I’m hungry.”
“Next town’s forty-fifty miles.”
“Lucy, do you read a lot?”
“Yeah, how come?”
“My sister reads; she wears glasses, too.”
“I didn’t know you had a sister. I’m hungry.”
“Next town’s forty-fifty miles.”
