Chapter 33
Etan watched Caela walking ahead of them toward the Town Hall, her long red curls shifting across her back as she talked to her friends. They walked so naturally in the middle of the street, without even a trace of the need to look both ways. These days a moving vehicle in Wolf Branch or probably anywhere else in North America was rare enough that everyone stopped to watch.
The roads in town were in remarkably good shape over two decades after the last repaving crew passed by. Sort of faded, a bit cracked. Threatening to form a pothole or two in the lowest spots. Etan tried not to think too much about how the roads far to the north where Alex grew up must look.
No one Caela’s age or younger would ever have seen an airplane overhead, much less the crisscrossing lines of vapor
