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Asshole. That’s what I thought, but I didn’t say it out loud. After all, the asshole was my ride.
There was still some driveway ahead of us, so I wasn’t sure why Ray had stopped. Testing the brakes after so blatantly abusing them? I released my seat belt and uncurled from the car, stretching cramped limbs. Power lines ran to the house ahead of us, but I doubted they’d been in service for a while. A weedy fence separated the house from a similarly abandoned dwelling on one side, and from a whole lot of nothing on the other. Ray and I advanced slowly, trying to see in all directions at once.
A couple of s**o palms, no more than four feet high, flanked the entrance to the house, and beds on either side held nothing but clumps of dead stalks. I could feel the brown grass crunch beneath m
