American Rust
“LeeIsaac had been gone almost two days and she'd been calling Poe's cellphone ever since but all she got was a message saying the number was out of service. He'd been late again paying his bill. The sorts of things Poe did—not paying his bills on time, driving an old car that was always breaking down—she'd always found them rebellious and somehow admirable but now they seemed immature and frustrating. She needed to find her brother. What kind of person doesn't pay their phone bill? Then she tho...ught: a person who can't afford to. She was angry at him anyway. She was angry at herself. She put her head down on the table and counted slowly to ten. Then she got up to find her father: he had an appointment at the hospital in Charleroi and they needed to get moving.From Buell they headed north along the river and her father, piloting the Ford Tempo he'd outfitted with hand controls, drove too fast for the narrow road. But soon enough she was distracted by the beauty of the Valley: the opposite riverbank rising steeply from the water, thick with trees and vines and sheer outcroppings of red- brown rock, the untamed greenness cascading over everything, tree limbs stretching for light over the water, a small white rowboat tied in their shadows.Farther along she couldn't help noticing the old coal chute stretching the length of the hillside, passing high over the road on its steel supports, the sky visible through its rusted floor; the iron suspension bridge crossing the river.MoreLess
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