II | The Boy with the X-Ray EyesTHE TRI-COLORED PHILLIPS 66 SIGNS and Sinclair logos with their green dinosaurs have all changed to the orange globes of Union 76 stations, like trees changing in autumn. He has lost the X-Ray glasses and found them again. There have been other changes. His father’s work truck has been in and out of the shop, meaning the bed of the Camino is often full of five-gallon paint buckets. Often it is filled with more—sections of scaffolding, a blue-green compressor, brushes and rollers soaking in thinner, transmission fluid containers—everything splashed in paint, everything dirty. His father has been spending more time at home and more time in taverns. He drives the Camino to Seattle most weekends, looking for work but invariably calling home, causing his mother t
