Chapter 3The second time they wedged into the back of the station wagon, Ed didn’t have any thought of leaving again. The cold had seeped through his flesh, spreading like icy spider webs, until his joints were stiff. Even though they were sitting in the middle of the desert, he was quite sure he’d never be warm again. Goose bumps covered his arms, and it was all he could do to keep his teeth from chattering. He had a jacket in the backseat, and there was an old blanket, but neither one of those things would actually be helpful in making him dry and warm. He shouldn’t have left the relative safety of the car, but the thought of Sammy wandering off into the wet night drove him out of the station wagon.
“You should get out of those clothes,” Sammy murmured, his eyes averted.
“What about yo
