“Where are we?” she asked. She was frustrated.
Dad drove past the sign that told us exactly where we were — a welcome sign on the side of the two-lane highway, bigger than the road: “Welcome to Wyoming.”
I swear it was the first time I’d seen Dad breathe. A giant exhale.
“You’re gonna love it here, Joy,” he said. “You’re just gonna love it.”
Mom looked out the plastic window of the Land Cruiser. She was in a Jeep.
She did not belong in a Jeep.
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