April 25, 2012 § Leave a comment
I waited, but Vera didn’t say any more, so I went back to shuffling through the heap of old photos, looking for something that would tell me what happened to her after she left the farm in Elm Creek. After a few minutes of searching, I found a picture of a tiny canvas shack, a tent sitting atop a wooden platform. The canvas on the front of the structure surrounded a door frame made from scraps of wood. A stovepipe stuck out just above the door. A few other ramshackle tents were visible in the background. Next to the tent, looking ridiculously out of place, was a shiny Ford convertible.