We left for Carpentaria after spending a day at the Salvation Army depot in Albuquerque.
Joey had called Roger long distance and explained his run-in with the local police and the money lost because of it. Roger, although upset wasnt overly surprised and reassured Joey he would handle the cash payment for Jesus. We loaded our cargo of baled used clothing and were on our way without incident. Joey knew I was disappointed with him and the trip back was uncomfortable and monotonous. My spirit of adventure was ruined by his actions and he clammed up like a depressed child who was disciplined for bad behavior. I missed seeing Rachel and told myself to forget about Frances. She was an untouchable flower, pretty and delicate but incapable of love or being loved. We arrived at the Sunshine warehouse and were greeted by day laborers that unloaded the cargo and cleaned the rental of any debris. Roger watched from a distance as Joey ran up to him and hugged him. Roger yelled from his stance.