I
remember passing a small store with people standing
around, drinks and cigarettes in hand, all of them staring
at me as I hurried to keep up with Sheila's car. She
finally stopped next to a row of overflowing dumpsters
and got out of her car. Across the road a basketball
hoop stood lopsided, with a typewriter hanging from
the rim. "Well this is Sodom, where I'm from. Dellie
lives up this road."
