white tents, and walked to the parking lot.
My ten-year-old Honda Civic was parked at the absolute farthest edge of the asphalt, practically touching the service entrance, dwarfed by a gleaming sea of BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes. I unlocked the door, slid into the driver’s seat, and set the quilt on the passenger side.
I sat there for a long time, staring continue reading …
