Where the Driveway Ends
The Cadillac sat in the Beauregard driveway like an animal that had wandered into the wrong pasture. Caleb Whitfield had rented it from a dealer in New Orleans for six hundred dollars a month, and every evening when he drove back from the oil fields he parked it in that crushed-limestone space and sat inside for ten minutes, listening to the engine tick as it cooled and watching the Beauregard...
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