Queets, Washington couldn’t remember if she had a vaguely Nordic look with a pronounced sneer or a pronounced Nordic look with a vague sneer.
The young men lounging in the warmth of the convenience store had never seen anyone like her. Maybe down in Hollywood but not in these parts.
What drew them to her, what they couldn’t understand or express, was her blend of petulance and poise.
When she stopped for gas, they noticed how confidently she slung the hose from the pump and how gracefully she leaned against her crimson 1978 Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz.
The aimless young men trying to keep warm in Queets, Washington all wanted her and wanted to stay away from her.
