“Then there was all at once no more of it. Bright afternoon sun illuminated the low rolling hills of Marin County which lay ahead of him. Five little Japanese girls were walking along the pedestrian passway of the bridge, all with tiny arms held out at their sides like tightrope walkers. A fat young soldier was pressed against an orange railing, his camera aimed back at the fog-hidden San Francisco marina. A slender blonde girl was standing near the soldier, her hands tight in the pockets of her... coat. She had a sad reflective look, as though she might be filing the bridge away under future suicide possibilities. A Grey Line Tour bus was stopped on the observation plateau on the Marin side of the bridge, unloading overweight tourists. Easy drove on. After a few minutes of unsettled countryside the highway took him through the fringes of towns. Roadside signs offered seafood, quick cash, boats, flying lessons, hamburgers, and lumber. As Easy turned off the highway and onto the boulevard leading inland to the town of Ross he reached down to snap on the car radio.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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