But out there is different from your typical desert.
Because it was Pop burning up our car, drinking from a milk jug, Lily sleeping in the sand like a punished doll, and by the time I reached them the dogs were gone, weren’t making a peep.
"That Jinx you were running from?", Pop asked, laughing wide. His glasses got the worst of the black flicker and I decided not to look at him directly, possibly forevermore.
When Lily woke up we thumbed it home.