mosquitoes got bad.
Three months later, my younger brother Caleb called from Chattanooga.
Caleb has always been the one life grabs by the collar. Not because he is foolish, though he can be. Not because he is lazy, because he is not. He just has a talent for believing the next thing will solve everything. A new job, a new town, a new woman, a new truck he can barely afford. This time, the warehouse supervisor job he had moved for had fallen through after a company restructuring that sounded
