Life 2 0Chapter 3
The next morning, Jackie called in a part-time woman named Francis to help her with breakfast and lunch. That eased my guilt about abandoning her to go off fossil hunting with her daughter. Cheyenne set a metal toolbox and a backpack in the rear of an old Toyota Land Cruiser that looked like it had been on the losing side of a war. The sun had just peeked over the distant mountains, sending long shadows slanting away from anything tall enough to catch its rays. I sipped on a travel cup of...