Less than half an hour later, Dad and I pulled up in his truck into the parking lot of Clothes & Colors, a somewhat higher end clothes store in downtown Rumsfeld that Mom loved shopping in. I had been to the store a few times myself, usually with Mom whenever we needed to buy new clothes for me. While Clothes & Colors sold men’s clothing, I never liked going to it because it seemed like mostly a women’s clothing store. It didn’t help that they sold far more women’s clothing than men’s, though I had to admit that their men’s clothing section was pretty good despite that.
But today, I wanted to be there both more and less than I ever wanted. Less because I dreaded finding out what happened to Mom. More because I wanted to find out where Mom was and how to save her from Holes.
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