I knew moving here was a falter. Darksville, Idaho. The name is a screw up. Why did we have to continue to move to some unassuming region the mountains of no spot, past the desert of nothing, over the River of No Return? "Where is everybody?" I asked as we changed into town. Plans reliably displayed in a little valley isolated by epic shadows of mountains. "Possibly they're resting?" Dad said, with his consistently present grin. "In the day?" Every store was dull. Each sign said shut. Winds whipped through the streets, making an alarming holler. "Maybe they're all working the night shift furthermore?" Dad joked. Father expected to work the night shift at a corner store in Darksville. That is the explanation we moved here. Father was happy to land the position. He was encountering inconvenience searching for a sort of work after he and mother split up. I was no doubt all things considered as splendid as a shark in a vegetable nursery. "Everybody can't be working the night shift," I mumbled. Father snickered and we moved into the key assistance station around
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