―When is Mother coming?‖ I raised my voice slightly. Father continued ignoring me for a moment. But, he shook his head again, left to right, and increased the volume of the radio further. He then looked at me with one of those peroxide-expressions. As we approached a high speed, he resumed snapping his fingers and singing. The overhead green sign that we passed read: Bismark, North Dakota: 565 miles. And there were no fluffy-winged quarters falling.
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