Angel From the SkyChapter 5
Twenty minutes later, we came to a crossroads that featured a restaurant housed in a mobile home on one corner. There were a half-dozen pickups and a Honda Accord parked around the place, but no nondescript SUVs or sedans. The neatly lettered sign said “Kim’s Place”, and the establishment looked reasonably clean. “What do you think?” I asked Sharon as I pulled up to the four-way stop. “Let’s try it.” I eased the truck onto the gravel parking area, and parked in such a way that we could...