Who are you ? What are you?”
part one


When she started the car it made that whine that it makes. He was listening to it while thinking of whether or not he had forgotten something. He reached for the far counter of the kitchen and grabbed an apple. It was the alternator, whining, a high pitched dry noise he thought was strange on such a young car.
She needed to stop by the office on the way in and asked if he needed to stop for anything as well. He couldn’t think of anything, he was looking at his face in the mirror. When they reached the office he asked if he could go inside and look for scissors. Back at the car he began with the scissors and the mirror, trimming the hair in his nose.
An hour into the trip traffic started to slow. Long weekend for thanksgiving and all this traffic heading through Barstow towards Vegas. She noticed that you couldn’t smell any cows and he noticed all the new housing. Not that it surprised him, he was getting used to this and what could he have expected? He was out of the country for five years. Asia he says and something about a year in the middle east, he talks about the middle east a lot. It wasn’t until they pulled up at the house had he remembered the apple. While parking the car she saw that her brother in law had pulled up right behind them. Which is to be expected having that this part of Fallbrook narrows to one lane for miles through low running cedars, oak, and pony hills that lead them upward into avacado orchards run by their family, the Italians.