Justine
The next morning Maurie came with Justine to drive the girls to school, saying she wanted to see what the town looked like these days. After they dropped the girls off, Justine drove around the square. It was overcast, and in the milky light the buildings looked even more timeworn than usual. The few passersby walked with their shoulders hunched into the wind, past mounds of graying snow that clogged the street corners. Maurie looked out the window through huge black sunglasses, her face expressionless.
Justine pulled the Tercel into a spot in front of Ray’s. She felt an oddly proprietary desire to show her mother the diner and its inhabitants. She’d felt the same way about Dr Fishbaum’s office when Maurie visited San Diego. She’d invited her mother to come with her to work one d
