Love Wagon by Joseph Arrowsmith

First Line(s)

The Laundromat was filthy, but it was warm from the washers and dryers, and from the small, rusty heater up against the ceiling which shook and rattled as it blew a stream of warm, kerosene-smelling air. I settled myself more comfortably on the hard, straight bench and glanced at the Chicano chick again.