Date posted: June 18, 2007
Driving Through Yucca Valley
The next morning you notice a girl in a bikini sitting next to the pool, which doubles as breakfast area. She has a laptop and a mobile phone. She is managing her diary. She looks at you. You look at her. You understand. She knows. She smiles at you. You smile back at her. You eat your sandwich. You don’t have time. You’re on a mission.