PROLOGUE
Tornado Road
1996
ARA JACKSON EASED IIER husband Jack s dirt-brown Buick Oldsmo
bile down Tornado Road， which stretched out before her like a ret
clay river， rippling with thick waves of tire tracks and dipped with shallm~
pools from the footprints of her cousins， aunts， and uncles， who had live(
hem for about as long as anyone could remember. Tall pine trees leanec
in over the car， flickering Alabama sunshine through her dusty wind-
shield. The forest soon gave way to a clearing. On the left was a rustec
barbed-wire fence strung across an expanse of grass.
Sara rolled the Buick s steering wheel to the right and pulled up ir
front of her parents trailer， It was the summer of 1996. She was only six-
teen and was entering the eleventh grade， but she and Jack had just mar-
ried， and already moved into their own house a hundred yards farthm
down the road. They called it the yellow house. Maybe once it had sug-
gested such a bucolic sentiment， but the southern heat and rain had
stripped the paint and warped the wallboards and window frames， so that
from the outside it had the dreamy look of a reflection off the waters of a
still pond.
Sara couldn t quite articulate why she liked it better here than in the
city. Her parents had recently moved her and her younger sister Rebecca
back to Choctaw County after they had spent most of their childhood in
Mobile. There was less crack， violence， and gang activity in the country.
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