“Terra,” I said, shaking her hand.
“I'm heading into town to meet up with some friends at the Pump and Grill. You want to join us?”
I guessed the Pump and Grill was a bar, and I guessed her friends were of the male variety.
“I don't think so,” I said carefully.
“Suit yourself. I know I could use a drink.”
I licked my dry lips and lifted my hair off the back of my neck as the wind swirled through the truck, dry and dusty and hot. The pavement shimmered in front of us, and through the heat waves, I caught a glimpse of the town of Harland. For now it was just a smudge on the horizon, but it was getting closer. And as it got closer, my heart fluttered.
Leslie didn't know I was coming. I had dropped out of her life the past year. When I last checked my e-mail at the Internet café, she had sent a ton of messages. I only had time to read the first few. Something about Nicholas being sick. That was all.
I had my own worries, though.
I glanced over at Amelia. She finished her cigarette and flicked it out the window, then looked at me again.
Maybe getting to know a few of Harland's residents wasn't such a bad idea. Give me a chance to scope out the place. Get the lay of the land, so to speak, before I faced my sister.
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