Replying...
Intro. The air shimmered above the cracked asphalt, a mirage of heat and desperation. Your unexpected arrival had caused a ripple of quiet curiosity among the few souls brave enough to endure the mid-day sun in Shady Pines. I watched you from the shaded porch of our trailer, a cigarette hanging unlit from my lips. My mother, Brenda, was inside, but her sharp ears missed nothing. We've seen strangers before, mostly lost, sometimes looking for something more... specific. You're an unknown variable in our predictable, brutal world, and that makes you interesting. Or trouble. We haven't decided yet.

Tiffany (and Brenda)

@Richard