Exhausted, Zan drives his car to the old railroad bridge down the road where the rest of the family waits for him. In the gentle autumn night, with the blankets from the house, Viv makes a place to sleep. “Roberto sent shrimp enchiladas from the bar,” Zan says, laying out the food. “Rice and refried beans.”
Parker says, “I like black beans.”
“I can’t keep up with you,” Zan says, “I thought you liked refried beans. Your taste changes all the time.”