Lunch-Box Dream (2011)
“It was late morning the next day, a hundred and thirty miles south of the mountains. After driving around the wooded fields of Chickamauga, past stone markers and cannons and pyramids of cannonballs, and families at picnic tables, they were back up in Chattanooga, idling outside the entrance of Point Park and Lookout Mountain.
They hadn’t been so far away, after all: only three hours from Wartburg.
Wearing a gray uniform and hat, a park guard sidled from inside the booth to their car. “You folk...s from up north?”
“Excuse me?” his mother said, pulling her arm into the car.
“From where in Ohio you from?” he said, nodding forward at their hood, to mean he’d seen their license plate.
“No. Well, Cleveland. One of us from Florida,” said their mother. “Cleveland, mostly.”
“You far away from there now,” he said, his eyes straying into the backseat at the boys before returning to their mother. Bobby remembered the girl at the motel saying the same thing. Then he noticed Grandma staring unblinking at the park attendant, staring him down, if he cared to see it, though he didn’t look at her.MoreLess
They hadn’t been so far away, after all: only three hours from Wartburg.
Wearing a gray uniform and hat, a park guard sidled from inside the booth to their car. “You folk...s from up north?”
“Excuse me?” his mother said, pulling her arm into the car.
“From where in Ohio you from?” he said, nodding forward at their hood, to mean he’d seen their license plate.
“No. Well, Cleveland. One of us from Florida,” said their mother. “Cleveland, mostly.”
“You far away from there now,” he said, his eyes straying into the backseat at the boys before returning to their mother. Bobby remembered the girl at the motel saying the same thing. Then he noticed Grandma staring unblinking at the park attendant, staring him down, if he cared to see it, though he didn’t look at her.MoreLess
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