Emerson drove all through that warm afternoon. The three of them were quiet most of the way, but at one point Bobby looked over to Charlene in the back seat.
‘So, where’s you and your folks from?’
He felt a little awkward. He was just trying to make conversation. But she said nothing and perhaps she hadn’t even heard the question. She was frowningly immersed in Modern Screen. On the cover of the magazine was a picture of Bette Davis, blonde and alluring.
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