Chapter 8WHEN LEON AND BRADEN arrived at the trailer park, the sun was high in the sky and there was a party going on: a Father’s Day bash with streamers and balloons, potato salad as far as the eye could see.
The intoxicating aroma of barbeque hung on the air, making Braden all the more aware that he hadn’t eaten lunch. He probably should have offered to treat his stepfather to something on the way up. They’d passed a few chip trucks. That would have tided them over.
Before heading up here, they’d made a pit stop at home. To drop off Ali, for starters. And while Ali was packing his things, Braden and Leon had loaded the antique telephone into Leon’s vehicle. His mother was mightily curious as to what was going on, but the men didn’t have much to say.
With the slip of paper from
