Kemmerer

“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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