Busycrossroads in Northern Michigan where potato fields, ironworkers, snowmobiles , a bar and a Subway combine to create something out of nothing.
The snow really picked up near the top of Elmira Pass, luckily i followed the plow thru the potato fields and arrived at Subway, just before lunchtime at the ironworks
The outsider girl had had a free pass for years to fuck with a town she wasn't from, and anybody's lives in it. If she didn't hold her own town sacred, that was her business, if she didn't hold somebody else's sacred, it was theirs.
Because the outsider girl had had a free pass for so long, if not always, she didn't think she was a guest in another town, as not all guests are welcome. She thought she owned the place.