Assumption, Illinois, 1938

I'm 13 years old. I stole my pop's old truck, and now I'm driving to see Uncle Tomás. I didn't plan for Ben to come along. And I didn't plan to run out of gas. "'Why don't you put some lead in your foot?'" Ben says, his voice high and mocking. He walks behind me, hands shoved in his pockets. "'We're not gonna get…