The jukebox in Riddle, Idaho with those ancient warm vacuum tubes glowing away deep inside stirred up some rugged memories.
Dorothy didn’t hear a thing. But she remembered her boss had just built a place not far from Santa Maria, back in the Santa Lucia Mountains. Improbably, she remembered where it was, on Tepesquet Road.
Kitty Wells soared out of the jukebox in Riddle Idaho like a skyward angel.
