“Uh, Abey?” Stan’s voice needled in from the passenger seat. “I don’t think we can park here.”

Abe slowly, almost reluctantly, released his grip on the steering wheel. He stared at his friend trying to make out what had just been said. “You’re right,” he croaked. “I dunno why I wanted to see dis place." The empty vastness made his voice ring hoarse and harsh and uncertain. "But how much you wanna bet my sister will be late to the boneyard?"

Abe Ider checked the girl in his rearview and drove them out. To no one in particular he remarked, “And this place was always here so close to where I grewed up.