Chapter 21: Trunk
June 7
7:26 P.M.
Erie, Pennsylvania
A young woman in a battered Taurus stopped to pick me up. The sun was beginning to set and an orange blaze blinded my eyes for a few seconds. I smelled her cheap perfume and listened to a baby squirm behind the passenger-seat. What kind of mother stopped to pick up a hitchhiker? A bad mother. An insane mother. A mother who was looking for trouble like s*x or drugs. Was the baby in the back seat even hers?
She looked like a Tiffany, Honey, or Barbie with her long blonde hair and beaming blue eyes. She wasn’t a day over twenty although she probably had years of experience in the sack or with drug use. The young woman could f**k a guy for the fun of it, and then maybe five more guys at the next bar she traveled to with her baby. Her n
