I.D. (2012)
“9 “CAN’T SAY AS I know the name,” said the cabdriver. “Racine Junction is a big place.”
“Bryann was fourteen,” Eve said. “I think she probably looked like me.”
“I can drop you off at the junior high school. They might be able to tell you something.”
“They’re not on vacation?”
“Starts next week.”
What luck.
Eve took off her down coat and sat back. Gray industrial buildings whizzed by outside the cab window. Rubble-strewn lots baking in the southern sun. Small attached houses, with young children... riding trikes across postage-stamp lawns. So different from Cold Harbor.
Saying good-bye to the Wainwrights that morning had been tough. She could see through their stoic, best-of-luck expressions. She could tell that they didn’t want her to leave.
Eve had tried to refuse the money the Wainwrights had offered. But they had insisted. It was enough for plane fare and a week’s lodging. Find your roots, they’d said. Bryann’s family may not have been as stupid as we were.MoreLess
“Bryann was fourteen,” Eve said. “I think she probably looked like me.”
“I can drop you off at the junior high school. They might be able to tell you something.”
“They’re not on vacation?”
“Starts next week.”
What luck.
Eve took off her down coat and sat back. Gray industrial buildings whizzed by outside the cab window. Rubble-strewn lots baking in the southern sun. Small attached houses, with young children... riding trikes across postage-stamp lawns. So different from Cold Harbor.
Saying good-bye to the Wainwrights that morning had been tough. She could see through their stoic, best-of-luck expressions. She could tell that they didn’t want her to leave.
Eve had tried to refuse the money the Wainwrights had offered. But they had insisted. It was enough for plane fare and a week’s lodging. Find your roots, they’d said. Bryann’s family may not have been as stupid as we were.MoreLess
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