They drove through a the path ‘tween the cinders–which were an odd pale red for some reason.
“She’s going to find out ‘ventually,” said Lakisha as she stared out her window with a frown.
Jacinto only grunted.
“There it is.”
Lakisha pointed @ the last trunk. Jacinto stopped the car &, without a word, went out & down the hill ‘hind the trunk, ashes spraying his legs back & forth in the strong wind.
She’s s’posed to be here somewhere… he thought. ¡Ah!
He stopped by a turtle by the lake & said & cleared his throat.
The turtle looked @ him without emotion.
“You’re wanting the Goldenrod Teddy Bear o’ 1933…” she said.