O 39-brother Where Art Thou < FRESH × CHECKLIST >

“The car’s out front,” I said. “It’s sensible. It has working seatbelts and a cup holder.”

Underneath my old words, in his frantic, left-slanted scrawl: I’m stuck. Come find me. The last lighthouse. o 39-brother where art thou

As we walked to the door, he paused and looked back at the neon sign. The Last Lighthouse. “The car’s out front,” I said