Blowing Smoke
“The place was a trailer park, something Rose had neglected to mention when she’d told me where I could find her son, a telling omission in my view. Located a good twenty- to thirty-minute ride away from her estate, off the main road, it was hidden by a large scrim of trees. Driving by, you’d never know the place existed, which I suppose was the general idea, the poor being present but by general agreement invisible in Cazenovia.
Someone had scrawled “Cedar Estates welcomes you—yeah, right,” in ...red spray paint over the large sign that directed all visitors to report to the manager’s office. Another person had scrawled “Bienviendos a pequena España.” (Welcome to little Spain.) Arthur Peterson’s words when he’d seen Raul in the back of my car flashed through my mind.
He’d said, “He lives ... in the trailer park. All the Mexicans around here do.”
He’d been referring to this place. He had to be. How many other trailer parks could there be in the area? Damn. I should have brought that picture with me.MoreLess
Someone had scrawled “Cedar Estates welcomes you—yeah, right,” in ...red spray paint over the large sign that directed all visitors to report to the manager’s office. Another person had scrawled “Bienviendos a pequena España.” (Welcome to little Spain.) Arthur Peterson’s words when he’d seen Raul in the back of my car flashed through my mind.
He’d said, “He lives ... in the trailer park. All the Mexicans around here do.”
He’d been referring to this place. He had to be. How many other trailer parks could there be in the area? Damn. I should have brought that picture with me.MoreLess
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