CHAPTER 8Mara steered her Subaru Outback onto the Johnson Creek Road exit off Interstate 205 in southeast Portland, sending a small spray of water that had accumulated on the roadway onto the shoulder. She focused intently on the road, making a show of peering through the downpour, hoping against hope that Sam would take the hint. Turning on the radio, turning up the volume and fiddling with various controls on the dashboard hadn’t done the trick. He continued to ramble on as she turned right onto Eighty-Second Avenue and headed toward the Mason Fix-It Shop on Woodstock Boulevard in southeast Portland where she worked.
“What does he look like?” Sam said, waiting a second and then tapping Mara’s arm. “Hey, are you awake?”
“Huh, who? What does who look like?” she said.
“Our father. My dad
