The thunderstorm woke me before Kendall called. A huge crack of lightning snapped close by my trailer, the clock radio flickered, and then went dead. I sat up, disoriented. The dream I’d been having left tendrils of confusion in my head. Did I really kiss Kendall or did I just dream it?
Ten minutes after he called, I was back at the refuge. A semi puffed exhaust into the rainy night. Oak trees swayed in the wind and clumps of Spanish moss and leaves lay on the ground. The rain pounded loud as hail on my little Ranger.
Great. The cats will love this s**t.
To my surprise, Ricardo was there. Big-bellied and bearded, he smoked constantly. He used a walking stick, whether affectation or genuine need, I couldn’t tell. He wasn’t out in the rain, of course, but he barked orders from the shel
