By the time the sun slanted through the eucalyptus and palm fronds, Maria could smell cedar and old paint and the sharp citrus of solvent that clung to the renovation site on an Echo Park bungalow. A mountain of plaster, kitchen cabinets, and a mattress that had borne two children and a summer of sleepovers waited like an island in her driveway — until the rumbling of a diesel engine announced Luis and his green roll-off dumpster, the answer she’d been waiting for.
Hook: When Trash Tells a Story
