..” I was going to ask her what was up, but she was already out and working on a padlock on the side of the road.Kelly pulled the chain down and acr...ss, and then motioned me forward. After I had pulled up, she hung the chain up behind us. Then she climbed back into the Sienna. “It’s just a little way further.” She pointed down the dirt road.“What’s a little way further?”“You’ll see.”I pulled ahead slowly, and after another couple of hundred yards, the trees surrounding us suddenly opened into a. But please don’t judge me on that.’ He cleared his throat and took a sip of his bourbon, ‘My passion is art and photography. That’s what makes me come alive, the creativity of saying things with photos. ‘What makes you come alive Eve?’ ‘My work does a bit of that. The research is amazing, but like you, it’s not my whole life. I also like art. Not so much modern art, although that has its place and time. I love Italian, French and Flemish art from 1450 till 1650. ‘I’ve been to Europe a couple. I refused to put them on. Mommie said,"That's fine, but you won't eat until you are properly dressed, younglady."She added as they left that if I didn't need clothes I didn't need to havethe heat on or any blankets for my bed.I held out as long as I could, most of the day, hungry and freezing in mytiny room. Finally, I put on the plainest of Gretchen's dresses, whichfit me loosely. She was an athlete and a very big girl, which was notsurprising, since Mommie was a tall woman, still. "We all piled into the coordinator 's Honda sedan and headed off. Jacobtook out his phone and put on some god awful hip hop. "Don't you haveanything else?"Jacob said, "driver decides. Everyone knows that."Noah piped in from the backseat, "Everyone knows that, Allie." Jacobreached back and they bumped knuckles."Excuse me, but I thought we were friends." I crossed my arms."We are," he said, "but he's driving and Brock Hampton is bangin'."Jacob laughed."First off, little white boys should not.