Truck Wallpaper Quotes

The small foyer is gloomy and dark. Shadows from the white crocheted curtain on the one window cast lacy shapes on the floor. To the left, through a slightly open door, I glimpse the red-flocked wallpaper and mahogany table and chairs of a dining room. Mrs. Byrne pushes a button on the wall and the overhead light springs on as Mr. Byrne comes through the front door, having retrieved my bag from the truck. “Ready?” she says, opening the door to the right onto a room that, to my surprise, is full of people.

When they were ready to leave, I handed Larry his check. “Here you go,” I said. “Have fun at Woodstock. Drive carefully.” “Have fun at school,” Ruth said. The dog was barking. Everyone was hugging and thanking everyone. From the truck window, Ruth held up Tia’s hand and made it blow kisses. Larry honked all the way down Pierce Street. I might have made them up, I thought, only they’d left evidence: the new wallpaper, a flea on my leg, dried orange juice sticking to my sneaker bottoms when I crossed the kitchen floor.