THEhe CARcar SATsat INin THEthe FARTHESTfarthest CORNERcorner OFof THEthe DRIVEWAYdriveway. It was an old, junked -up car on blocks that Timmy’s father keeps saying he’s going to repair, but never does. Timmy is glad that it’s still around, because Timmyhe likes to sit in there andto think and to be alone.





Timmy walks up the driveway, his feet crunching
T in the leaves whicthat have blown up against the blocks that are holding up the junker. He looks once to his left., Oonce to his right., and Oonce straight ahead into the neighbor’s kitchen window. nNo one is watching. He lifts up the handle, then doubles over like a lawn chair. He enters head first and, closes the door behind him., Heand arranges himself so that his legs are stretched out, his back resting against the passenger door.

The inside of the car is musty, it’s not an unpleasant smell,. iIn fact, it’s become one of Timmy’s favorite scents, because it brings with it a sense of comfort, a sense of belonging.