No. 5, “Freeway.” Six lanes of freeway run beneath us through a twilit gulch, greenery rising lushly dark to either side, a sign halfway along, offering a choice, this way to Salem, that to Seattle. The towers of downtown are visible in the distance, rising up before the western hills, and foremost among them a great oblong of pink and amber glass, shining too brightly in an impossible beam of sunlight.
“Freeway,” what do you think they're yelling for. —The boar, escaped, is found, and put down.
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(In which a Princess is licensed, a cat disappears, a song is sung, an obsession indulged, and a leg is broken.)
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