Eva’s in the driver’s seat, and Aunt Norah and Faraday are up front, next to her, in the cab of Antoine’s old truck.
Dany is sitting on one side of the cargo bed, the road vibrating into her spine. Still, it’s safer – for her to ride back here in the open air. Mac, across from her, is tucked up under Antoine’s arm.
Antoine prefers it back here, he says, where his bad leg has a bit of room. He’s got his leg jutting out in a straight line before him. In his hands, he’s holding a book of stars. Pitching his voice over the engine, he’s talking to Mac, explaining how to make a sextant, using a protractor, a ruler and say, for a plumb line, that hex key hanging from a bit of string on her big sister’s neck. Mac is looking at a spray of stars, pictured there. She touches a little point of ligh
