Kari slows Ruby, a red 1994 Volvo station wagon, to a stop on the narrow shoulder of the highway. Cars in the same lane as us have to swerve into the left. The young hitchhiker runs to catch up.
When the back door cracks open, I can smell him. Stale cigarettes and cleaning product hit the seat behind me with a thud. The scent confuses me until we find out where he is coming from.Read More