A Hidden Place
“He knew he was late for work. By the position of the sun he was at least an hour overdue. But that didn’t matter. Something important had happened the night before. It was mysterious, not altogether clear even in his own mind. He was sure, however, of one thing: that Anna Blaise did in fact need help, and that in some way she had chosen Travis to help her.
The feel of it burned inside him.
He hitched with a jut-boned farmer as far as the south end of town and then walked the remaining quarter mile to the ice plant. His reflection in the dusty windshield of the truck had been wild, his hair askew and blazened with hayseeds, his beard grown out in stubble, his fingernails ringed with black crescents. At the plant he clocked in, threw a little water on his face at the chipped porcelain basin out back, and ran his fingers through his hair. Then he took up his broom and began sweeping the raucous machine shed.
She must not stay at the Buracks’, he thought.
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