He turned off the engine and sat for a long moment in the cab, frowning at the rusty Toyota which shared the driveway with his Ford. He had deep misgivings about this trip. Rachel had hurt him too badly in the past for him to think that everything was going to be unicorns and rainbows when he returned. His former wife had a deep conservative streak which made her reactions to his work problematic. Despite her respect for how he earned a living, she simply did not understand what drove an artist. The need to push boundaries. To help people see the truth of their inner selves.
Well, you're here, he sighed to himself. Unless you want to turn around and drive back down to Peru, you're stuck here, at least until after Memorial Day. Best get to work.
He opened the front door and hung his leath
