Chapter 30
Canada, Twenty-Eight Years Ago
For days the family ate well. When the muscle meat was gone, Noshi brought in the liver.
Chepi said, “That liver is way too big to be a rabbit’s. What is this meat?”
“Don’t ask. It’s saving our life and the life of our only remaining son. Please, eat it.”
She extended her hand to accept the meat, and asked no more questions…
Northern California, Present Time
Maggie was in love with her truck, a 1954 Chevy pickup that had belonged to her father. When Daddy died in Belfast, the old truck sat in the family garage for years, dirty, no tires, faded green paint scratched down to the primer in large patches. The rusted body had so many dents there wasn’t a square foot that was not marred by at least one ding. The windshield was so cracked and pitte
