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We drove our house-car over the road over and over until the tires got too hot and they colored the road in burnt-colored. But we weren’t going to burn up inside our house-car or us. We rolled the windows all the way down so the wind could blow through the insides of our house-car and us and push the sun off from our faces and arms so we didn’t burn up like my little brother did before he died.

We drove our house-car down into road-holes and rolled up out of them farther down the road. We hit little hills with our house-car and it lifted us up into the air until we weren’t touching the ground or road-world anymore. We were going to Heaven.

Our whole people-family was going to start living again as soon as we got to Bompa’s house in our house-car. Bompa wasn’t going to let anybody else die after we got there. Bompa was going to have bedrooms for everybody to sleep inside them so we could all get up and live inside his house. There was going to be a living room that was big enough for us to all live together with my whole people-family and my little brother alive inside it too.

But we weren’t living anywhere anymore. We kept leaving everywhere we went. We couldn’t stop and live anywhere until we got to Bompa’s house with our house-car and us and with everybody alive. We drove and rolled and bounced up and down inside our house-car the whole way there. Momma’s head would go up and down and Poppa’s would too. My bigger brother would hold on to his stomach and my insides would shake when they bounced up and fell down and they were empty inside them. You could hear the way my little brother would roll against the sides of the toy box and inside the trunk and you could feel it inside your own insides too.