Chapter 2
We rode in silence for a few minutes. The visibility was close to zero and he crept along the empty road, going fifteen miles an hour. I toed off my wet shoes and placed my frigid feet by the floor vent spewing out hot air. A happy sigh slipped out.
“So, wanna tell me why you’re out walkin’ in this weather, all by yourself on Christmas Day, Danny?”
“Daniel.”
“Sure.”
I sighed. “I spent the day with my family. My uncle is a mean drunk and a bigot and I couldn’t keep listening to him insulting everyone.”
“He a racist or what?”
“It would be easier to list who he doesn’t hate. When I left, he’d talked s**t about women, people of color, Jews, Muslims, gays, and even Christ himself for forgiving whores and other ‘white trash.’” I made air quotes with my fingers. “I tried explaini
