Chapter 11An interstate highway stretched through a barren desert. About a hundred miles or so from the city, it passed through a small township with a sparse population. Most of the people here lived in RVs year-round, but a fair number of them used this remote area as a short-term stopping point in their ongoing road life. Cheap roadside attractions and swap meets were local highlights, but even these brought few tourists.
An outlying auto body shop lingered near a dilapidated gas station and convenience store. A mechanic in her mid-thirties toiled away on the engine of an RV. It was parked under a large carport which offered shade from the sun.
She wiped her dirty hands with a cloth. She tucked the cloth into the back pocket of her navy blue jumpsuit which had “Flora” embroidered near
