Smoke Ch 06
The near-silence of the tree-shaded streets was shattered by the most sorrowful song Cindy had ever heard. ‘Why you still insist on listening to country music is beyond me,’ she said. ‘Either the woman is cheating, leaving or dying….’ she had remarked, once, ‘or his dog and truck died.’ Soon, the heavily lemon-scent of eucalyptus trees, their branches laden with silver-gray leaves, filled the warm, humid air with the smell of southern California. The Gold Rush immigrant, brought from the...