The armpit of Puget Sound

Posted: 2011 in Post 8.3
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Friday, March 30, 6:41 p.m.

“I left our obituaries with my editor because I had to go up to Everett,” Jack says, as if that explains everything.

Actually, it kind of does.

Everett Washington

Everett is the largest city in the county north of Seattle.
Everett is home to one of the last daily newspapers in the state.
Everett is known for a rape rate that’s twice the national average, as well as frequent car thefts.

“Okay,” I say. “But why did you have to go to Everett, exactly?”

Jack grips the steering wheel and shakes his head. I muse silently.

My own car got stolen from Everett back when my husband and I were dating.
Everett is less than half an hour from John “The Chief” Whiteclay’s Indian reservation stomping grounds.
Everett is a stone’s throw from my house.

 

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