Chapter 11
“Look, there’s another one,” Billy said, pointing to the highway billboard announcing a place called South of the Border. The signs were lighted and colorful, depicting cactus or cartoon men in sombrero hats, and those billboards were the only sign of life on this dark and depressing highway. Billy couldn’t wait to see what this magical place was. South of the border—the name itself was exciting. He was more than a thousand kilometers from home, entering the southern states of America.
Him. A country boy who’d never been anywhere.
“What do you think this place is?” he asked, looking over at Xavier.
In the driver’s seat, Xavier yawned, adjusting his position. “I don’t know. I guess I must have slept through this part of the highway back when my dad took me down to Florida. Bu
