Chapter 15

What I remember most is the fucking
spiders. Really big ones, like tarantulas
or something. I stood at a window of one
of those sleazy roadside motels,
separated from a woman (who certainly
hadn’t majored in hospitality
management) by a thick pane of glass.
The light from her office illuminated a
few spiderwebs suspended between the
building and the makeshift sun blocker
that seemed primed to collapse on top of