In the Wind
“Pacing around, I try to watch TV. When nothing settles my nerves, I take a walk in the hundred-degree heat. A block from the hotel rests the heart of Last Dollar. Main Street is lined with tiny restaurants of every variety. Who'd have thought I could find Thai food in such a tiny town? I walk down the street, wiping sweat with the back of my hand until I'm soaked.
"Come and sit," an elderly woman says, patting a bench in front of a deli.
After I join her, she shows me no more interest. Her little wrinkled fingers type furiously at her phone before she suddenly stands and wanders off.
Left alone, I pull out my phone and dial. My older sister Harlow lives in Houston, and I decide I should talk to her about my Sawyer issues. The phone nearly slides out of my sweaty hands as I hear her answer.
"How's Last Dollar?" she asks.
"How did you know?" "Please," she says, and I can nearly see her smiling.
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