Arturo drives the rickety old pickup while banging on the wheel, “Come on! Move it!” Up ahead, he can see the rough road is splitting into two, one going uphill, the other down. “Which one is it? Think, Jason, think!” How am I supposed to remember a trip I took once when I was nine with Uncle Peter in another life? Chuco on the passenger seat turns his head from the window to stare at his human, feeling anxiety rising in the close quarters.
How am I supposed to remember a trip I took once when I was nine with Uncle Peter in another life?Icy chunks begin to pound the windshield. He turns on the wipers, which barely work. There are no other vehicles in sight. He pulls over for a moment, trying to figure out which route he should take. There are no road signs, none at all. Okay, don’t panic.
