Chapter Eleven
The metal door clanged, and Billy Jo sat up, blinking, from where she lay on her raincoat, her socks off. She realized she’d drifted off in the heat. She had her hand over her face, the light of day blinding her for a moment after the darkness she’d been sitting in. Then there was air, fresh air.
The man dumped two more bottles of water and a paper bag beside her. She could smell the burger, the fries.
“Hey, you know what?” she said. “I would really like to use the bathroom and not a bucket, or even an outhouse.”
“And I would like to have my sister back, but neither is going to happen,” he said. “Picked up a cheeseburger and fries. Even got you one of those apple turnover things.” His hand was on the door, and she knew he was going to close it again.
“Hey, wait! Don’t g
