Chapter 16

Climbing into the windowless white van, my body rested on the front passenger seat with a crunching sound.  The seat had been weathered by the sun and coated in random filth from snacks and sugar residue.  My feet rested on the floorboard; I think.  The floor of the front of the van was a sea of McDonald’s wrappers and Burger King french fry containers.  It was almost a certain fact that I would probably have some sort of mold or grease covering my pants and shoes due to the sloppiness of the van.

Todd, with his bald head and fat body, attempted to restart the van.  This machine was tired and battered, years of mistreatment and abuse created a problem.  The van was staging a silent protest with each turn of the key.  The engine cried out and refused to fire off.  This did not seem to be out of the ordinary as Todd smiled at me and held up a finger indicating that he had it under control.

He said, “This old bird has be

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