He's behind the wheel in a dark car. I'm beside him jammed up against the passenger's door. The interior of the car smells of the turpentine he uses to wash the paint off his face and hands after a day's work. He's still wearing the white bib overalls he's worked in all day.

  
   
   
         
       
       
       
       
                   
 

 Heavy canvas tarps piled high in the back seat.

 I had never thought the kids gathered into his palm wore nightmares