“Back then my step dad was drinking all the time–and it really scared me when he was like that. I used to come out here and hide until he sobered up. Sometimes I’d stay out here all night.”
“For a long time, I used to think I was safe here–there weren’t many grown-ups who knew about this train car. But one night, after he’d been on one if his benders, I heard him kickin’ and stumbling around out here.”
“He just kept whispering my name over and over again–kinda’ like he was trying to let me know that he was here to do what we both knew he was gonna do.”
“He would have killed me if he found me. I made myself small and hid under the seats. When morning came he was gone.”
“That was my last night in Hooper. I didn’t say anything to anyone, I just left. If it weren’t for my uncle taking me in, I don’t know what I would have done.”
“Somehow it don’t seem right that a 15-year-old should have to go through something like that.”
“When I was 23, I got word that he froze to death when he passed out in the alley behind The Prospector. If my guess is right, I think people just stayed inside and let him freeze.”
“That was the kind of man my stepfather was–I am glad that he’s gone.”
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