Chapter 11: Behind the Wheel
Around four in the afternoon, we turn onto interstate 80 and it’s back to three lanes rushing west, a concrete median separating us from the drivers heading the way we’ve come. The radio fades in and out as we pass between stations, and Caitlin starts to complain about the batteries in her Walkman again but we’re so close now, I can almost see Aunt Evie’s house from here. I don’t want to stop along the way, or dawdle any longer than we have to. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can work out who’s sleeping where and get the funeral arrangements over with. I’m assuming Penny has handled them, but she never struck me as the self-sufficient type. She might be waiting for someone else to get there first.
My mom’s sister, Penny’s a little shy in person, thoug
