I knew moving here was a stagger. Darksville, Idaho. The name is a screw up. For what reason did we need to keep on moving to some unassuming local area in the mountains of no spot, past the desert of nothing, over the River of No Return? "Where is everyone?" I asked as we changed into town. Plans consistently showed in a little valley disconnected by epic shadows of mountains. "Possibly they're resting?" Dad said, with his dependably present smile. "In the day?" Every store was dull. Each sign said shut. Winds whipped through the roads, making a creepy holler. "Perhaps they're all functioning the night shift as well?" Dad kidded. Father planned to work the night shift at a corner store in Darksville. That is the clarification we moved here. Father was glad to land the position. He was experiencing inconvenience looking for a type of work after he and mother split up. I was probably fundamentally as cheerful as a shark in a vegetable nursery. "Everyone can't be working the night shift," I murmured. Father laughed and we moved into the key help station around
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