He paused while putting her suitcase in the car. “We still have a little gasoline and there’s plenty to eat. To future generations, we’re rich.”
She glanced around the weed-choked parking lot. That this shabby existence might be a Golden Age was too much to bear. “Let’s go. We need to make Albuquerque by noon.”
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