It almost felt like a cliché, heading to Louisiana to learn more about the dead. It was probably just a coincidence that this was where her Great Uncle Peter, another pastor, lived.
Lafayette was a welcome sight. After four days, and as many States, her car had done the equivalent of a year or more in mileage driving through the South. She was looking forward to standing up and walking around. It had been a pretty straight route, staying on Interstate 40 for most of it. Hitting Dallas around rush hour yesterday had been pretty hairy, but she’d made it through without shooting anyone or breaking her steering wheel. The palms of her hands were sore from taking her anger out on it though.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d met Uncle Pete, probably when she was six or something like t
