Page 52 of The Fire Walker
“Probably,” he said slowly like he was suspicious ofme.
“What?” I grinned. “I love tacky tourist attractions. Australia sounds like my kind of holidaydestination.”
His eyebrow rose, and I sat back in my seat, flipping through theRolling Stonemagazine.
“All I’m saying is that kind of stuff adds character to a place. Like there’s nothing there that people would want to come and see, but the people who do live there love it enough that they want others to come see it,too.”
He let out a snort and shook his head at me like he didn’t believe I’d thought up that notion all on myown.
“What?” I exclaimed with asmile.
All Dee did was shake his head again and flip stations on the radio. Sensing he didn’t want to continue the conversation, I turned my attention back to the magazine, taking that one as a small victory. Another crack in theice.
