 I wanted to see it, the gas station, this gravity well of Carol's childhood. When we get there, she quickly waves us over. Her voice is faster than I remember, and she's doing that thing where she laughs whenever tough things come up. She points to the first thing that sparks a memory, a giant hole cut in the middle of a chain-link fence. And I'm wondering, is she just excited to be back here? People just hop through that fence. Oh, a hole in the fence? Yeah. Or hypervigilant.