Macy wasn’t quite sure why she’d done it the way she had. Maybe it was that the only way she’d found to move Tim was to back her pickup right up against the passenger cabin opening and drag him across like a sack of coffee beans.
At the time it had struck her as an ignominious way to deliver him back it his parents. Hi! Here’s your exhausted, dirty, smelly son. Good luck with him.
Instead she’d taken him back to her place, driving around to the back kitchen door and getting the tailgate over the rear porch. Then she’d looked at him. Her own hands and arms were already black-smeared from handling him.
“Well, Harada. This is gonna be a new experience for both of us.”
She stripped off his borrowed boots and smoke gear right there in the truck bed. Next were the cotton long johns that were
