Chapter three:
That's a big hole. Said Deanna Winchester.
A big hole, Samantha repeated.
That's what I said. It's a big freakin hole. And somehow that river got stuck inside it. Said Deanna Winchester.
Samantha shook her head sadly. Her sister leaned casually on a railing, peering into the Grand Canyon. Across the way, the lowering sun's rays slanted in from the west, dripping gold paint across horizontal layers of pale rose, buff, and salmon strata of shale, limestone, and sandstone. Sometimes Samantha had to wonder if dad had destroyed Deanna's soul altogether. God's, nature worked miracles for millions of years to create the Grand Canyon- the Colorado River's the reason it's there.
Deanna turned slowly, fixing Samantha with a steady glare. From the way her mouth curled into a mischievous grin, Samantha knew she'd been had. Just because I didn't go to Standford doesn't mean I'm a idiot, college girl, Deanna said.
I didn't say... Samantha paused, stuck. Deanna loved to give her crap about having attended Stanford- and almost graduating in becoming a nurse- while Deanna carried on the family business.
Look, Samantha, I know who made the Grand Canyon. I know about erosion. I even get why you wanted to stop here while we- said Deanna Winchester.
We were just passing so close. Replied Samantha Winchester.
What did I just say? Hey, are you even listening to me? Deanna asked her younger sister.
When Deanna got in this kind of mood, there was no winning. After all her years in college, away from her older sister, Samantha had to learn Deanna's habits and quirks all over again. These last months, riding around the country in Deanna's precious 1967 Chevy Impala, she believed she had reacquainted herself with most of those traits, good and bad.
Didn't stop her from stepping right into it from time to time.