Chapter 14: Newscast
An hour later, Sander and I were back at the Rankin Motel. Our bags were packed, and the Caddy was loaded up. Lewis climbed into the back seat with the seven grand stashed between his legs in the junk bag. I felt at home in the passenger’s seat, next to Sander, who drove.
Lewis wrote in the back seat with his knees locked against the seat in front of him, which affected my back. I felt an uncomfortable knot at the center of my spine, but didn’t say anything to him, knowing that he traveled somewhere in his haiku-land, happy.
I tried to think about Lewis’s voice. He had a deep vibrato that never cracked. Somewhat baritone with layers of deep octaves. Most gay men thought it appealing, falling under its spell. I imagined it a little too deep, unsettling, but it didn’t
