Katty opened the car door and breathed the fresh air. Even though she’d driven off with a destination in mind—buy booze, no matter where she had to go—the convenience store, out of town to a real liquor store, a neighbor’s house if they had any to steal—she found herself driving into the park. She literally turned in, drove through on the little curvy road, and parked at the picnic building.
She stepped out of her car and quietly shut the door. No one seemed to be playing or walking here right now. The trees above her reached for the sky, a long way up. No breeze rustled the leaves or branches. The painting in Gamma’s closet just now had more breeze. She glanced south, toward the part of town where her trailer was. The trees in this park were almost like the tree she had painted in her tr
