Long avenue, lined on right side with a succession of stout women pulling things from the backs of cars, this one a rug, this one a chair, this one a box with Christmas decorations (could Santa be more out of season than June?), and then there’s a woman who looks similar to the others but is moving more quickly, frantically brushing at her shirtfront, and she’s saying something, maybe the name of what’s on her that she wants off, maybe the name of her deity of choice, speaking quickly and maybe even loudly, but the music is on loud in the car that’s driving down that long avenue, Pharaoh Sanders, sheets of sound, and so Mikki can’t hear a thing.
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