Oct 21, 2021
7 min read
The Talented Mr. Ripley
Once in a blue moon, the truth of shines through…
The afternoon sweltered, sunshine eking into every corner and crevice to drain sweat from formerly-unopened pores. I climbed into my father’s burnt orange Dodge pickup truck and sank into the seat, thankful for the liberating ice-cold air shooting through the vents pointed at my face. Seatbelt buckled, my father and I’s daily ritual began.
