They drove through a the path ‘tween the cinders–which were an odd pale red for some reason.

“She’s going to find out ‘ventually,” said Lakisha as she stared out her window with a frown.

Jacinto only grunted.

“There it is.”

Lakisha pointed @ the last trunk. Jacinto stopped the car &, without a word, went out & down the hill ‘hind the trunk, ashes spraying his legs back & forth in the strong wind.

She’s s’posed to be here somewhere… he thought. ¡Ah!

He stopped by a turtle by the lake & said & cleared his throat.

The turtle looked @ him without emotion.

“You’re wanting the Goldenrod Teddy Bear o’ 1933…” she said.


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