[ If Kimiko knew any of that, she'd find him a better looking geriatric than Soldier Boy. But the corners of her mouth perk up when he mentions New York. As much as she would like to return home to Japan someday, New York is the first place in a long time where she felt free, and like a person.
It's probably redundant to say Kimiko is quiet for the next fifteen or so minutes of driving. As promised, she lets Miguel control the radio to his heart's content. Occasionally, they get something other than static and local talk radio advertisements, but it rarely sounds like music. Maybe there are tape cassettes under the seat or in the back?
After a bit, though, she slows the car to a stop.
Laid out haphazardly across the road is a cluster of at least seven two-by-four planks of wood with long nails protruding upward. There isn't a wide enough berth on either side of the road to pull off and safely drive around them.
Exhaling soundlessly, Kimiko takes her hands off the wheel, puts the car in park, and starts to unbuckle her seat belt. ]
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It's probably redundant to say Kimiko is quiet for the next fifteen or so minutes of driving. As promised, she lets Miguel control the radio to his heart's content. Occasionally, they get something other than static and local talk radio advertisements, but it rarely sounds like music. Maybe there are tape cassettes under the seat or in the back?
After a bit, though, she slows the car to a stop.
Laid out haphazardly across the road is a cluster of at least seven two-by-four planks of wood with long nails protruding upward. There isn't a wide enough berth on either side of the road to pull off and safely drive around them.
Exhaling soundlessly, Kimiko takes her hands off the wheel, puts the car in park, and starts to unbuckle her seat belt. ]