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Christy is on her way from Wapato to Spokane
in a '78 El Camino, burgundy, with big fuzzy dice
hanging from the rear view mirror. There is a man
who told her: "A grand per night ... for being nice."
Christy turns 18 in a week; has a sister doing time
in Walla Walla, for check fraud, and identity theft.
Her mom is shacked up with a man past his prime
in Yakima; together they get by on whatever is left
after paying rent on a trailer with his social security
check; they play bingo at the Legion Hall, and slots
at the reservation casino in Toppenish. "Promise me
on Daddy's grave," Mom begged Christy, "there's lots
of ways ... but girl, don't let them turn you out." Pray
now for Christy, she's 35 miles past Moses Lake.