My dad was still in for embezzling and a few other white-collar crimes. My mother was dead now, and Tolliver's father was somewhere, who knew where? He'd gotten out of jail the previous year. When my mother married his dad, it was a case of two yuppies joining together in the hurtling path down the drain. Tolliver's dad never took him to a skin doctor when Tolliver was a teen, and his cheeks are scarred from acne his eyes are darker than my murky gray ones, and his cheekbones are high. Tolliver has hair as dark as mine, and if we didn't run and spend quite a bit of time outdoors, we'd both be pale and we're both on the thin side. He was sleeping now, and I glanced over at him, smiling because he couldn't see me and it was okay to smile at him. That gets old pretty quick.īut I had some jobs in the East, so here I was, driving through South Carolina with my sort-of brother Tolliver in the passenger seat. When work brings me to that part of America, the whole time I'm there it's like wings of a huge flock of birds are fluttering inside my brain, never coming to rest. THE eastern seaboard is crammed with dead people.
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