Chapter 13
May 23
Becky and I are walking back from the movie theater on Saturday afternoon when the moving van passes us. Two Men and a Truck is painted on the side. A muscular guy in a tight-fitting, black T-shirt has one tattooed arm hanging out the passenger side window—skulls and flowers and Chinese characters in various colors. The right rear tire is low on air. I know, even before it passes, WASH ME will be etched into the dirt on the back of the truck. It rumbles past, and my fears are confirmed. It’s the same truck I’d seen through the attic window months ago.
Becky continues to ramble on about the movie, but my thoughts are on what I will find when we get home. What’s in the truck? Where is it headed?
From four houses away, I see my mom’s minivan and my dad’s Accord parked in
