When I arrive, the sun has just begun to dip below the horizon, so I drop my bags at my cabin and race toward an apparent mirage of red and orange peaks, aglow in the late afternoon light.
The poorly clad girls who went blowing by her window evenings, hurrying home from some of the shops of the West Side, she pitied from the depths of her heart.
My father drove me into town at dusk and waited for me as I walked the row of houses along Main Street, spying here and there another child in pathetic costume.