Broken PromisesChapter 20
“A very nice day,” said Marian. “So, this is Turtle Park?” “Yes, to both things. But it is going to heat up some, over a hundred is the prediction,” I said. “I don’t care; I like the heat,” she said. “Me too, I’m an old desert rat from way back when,” I said. “I used to dream about the heat when I was in prison; it was always so cold in there. Part of our punishment, I guess.” “Hmm,” she said. I noticed a small group of young people: a couple of kindergartners or maybe first graders and...