Chapter NineteenCastillac was in a state of spring-induced euphoria. After the rains of the last week, the warm sun felt so good on everyone’s skin, and Molly saw more than one person turn her face to the sun, eyes closed, drinking in the unfamiliar heat and brightness. The Saturday market was more crowded than usual. Every week it seemed as though more vendors crowded into the Place as they competed for warm-weather customers with fresh produce, cheese, and locally-raised meat. Molly could smell yeasty bread somewhere nearby, and coffee.
That scooter she had her eye on was rakishly parked on the sidewalk and she stopped for a moment to lust after it. The swooping chrome, polished and shining. The adorably cute dashboard with its well-designed dials and meters. Even just the small pads wh
