Laurelle moved the other chair several feet upwind. Egg-shell shards littered the edge of the porch. She looked for explanation in the overhanging growth of the avocado tree, but found only more mysteries. A six-foot wooden post supported a heavy branch, and pinched between the top of the post and the limb was a man s rubber boot. She s got three of her own, so Mitchell and Marnie always have a great time over there.
Mexican gals are good with kids.
Yeah, about a hundred mile in from San Diego, on the U.S. side, right acrost from Mexicali. I lived there from the time I was twelve until just after my sixteenth birthday. Before that, we all lived outside Amarillo, on a ranch, Mama, Papa, my little brother Lonnie. But I had no choice in the matter. I smashed that ice and swore at Mama, said I was glad I was leaving, cause Texas was so damn cold in the winter, and California was always warm.