Sun City
They floated into the afternoon in their little stucco submarine, the blinds shut against the sunlight and the swamp cooler whistling on the roof...
Caitlin Horrocks's Bev was majestically huge. The lift of her legs over the child gate "reminded Rose of dockyards, cranes, and I-beams, vast weight swinging dangerously free." She looked armored, untouchable—as if Vera's death, the divesting of possessions, would bounce straight off. She would disappear into some other hallway of her life.