![]() Never mind the dirt beneath her fingernails and the teeth that sharpen if you catch her on a bad night. When he looks at me, he sees what everyone else does: a perfectly fine young lady, red curls in her hair, red rouge on her cheeks. He’s seen more death in two years than I’ve seen in two lifetimes. His grandson’s been at war, an ugly war, even uglier than most. ![]() ![]() Lucy has no interest in meeting young Michael but doesn’t know how to politely tell kind old Walter that without revealing the entire truth of herself: Munroe’s itself is a dying business, run by the cheerful Walter, who wants to introduce Lucy to the grandson who’s just getting home from the Vietnam War. ![]() ![]() Hidden away in the crumbling stone home they purchased with almost the last of their money, they spend their days in hiding and their nights at Munroe’s Drive-In, watching movies with the volume cranked up high in order to drown out the voices of the men who are still searching for them, decades after our heroines were reduced to mere afterthoughts in their own stories. Lucy and Bee have been on the run for so long, and hope perhaps in vain that 1967 Los Angeles will finally provide the respite they’ve been looking for. ![]()
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