CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
DECEMBER 13, 1960
I still haven’t slept much. I have too much to think about, like how I can do my part to change this messed-up world. I went by to see Jessie and Martha, but no one was there. A neighbor says now they’re staying up in Crawfordsville with Hattie because they’re afraid to come home.
I left there and headed to Snarls’s house to see the car he’s selling me. By the time I got there, my anticipation was out of control, but I wasn’t disappointed. The Bel Air is cherry all right, even the paint. The seats match the exterior, which is black and sky blue. It’s real classy.
I sat in my new car awhile and turned the knobs and checked out my image in the mirror. If I can get my hands on some fuzzy dice or a set of dog tags, I might hang them from the mirror. I
