It was getting dark by the time we pulled into Pine City, the desert sky all purple and orange, but don’t trust me when it comes to colors – that’s what Bernie says.
“Pine City, Ray,” Bernie said. “Ever been here?”
“No,” said Ray. “It looks like a dump.”
“Yeah,” said Bernie. “But a dump with a casino in its future. That’ll make it a special kind of dump.”
“Why are we here?” Ray said.
“Because we’re the hopeful type,” Bernie said. He parked the Porsche in front of a low building with a big neon sign in front, a sign in the shape of a dancing woman, maybe not wearing much in the way of clothes. Clothes are a great invention for humans, no offense.
We hopped out of the car, me actually hopping, the others not.
“Club Utopia,” Bernie said.
Cape Cod Writers Center, Breakfast With the Authors, 9:30 AM Friday, July 9., Cape Codder Hotel (Hyannis Mass.): Spencer Quinn.
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