The woman’s strength surprising him, her steel-like grip was near impossible to break. One layer off, then another, and another, until finally, the child was naked. So she wasn’t surprised that the first car that stopped held a man. The child watched them go back and forth. “Anywhere but here.”
She walked up to the rusty green truck door and paused, as though she was trying to decide whether to get in or not. “Where ya going?” the old man yelled gruffly through an open window. One layer off, then another, and another, until finally, the child was naked. A groan that the woman took for agreement. She pressed the child against his bloody throat, but to her vexation, he would not suckle anymore. Almost as if luring me to pull over, like preteen children trusting the molester in a dirty white work van, holding a handful of candy.
