the heat and the tawdry sameness of the road drugged averyone to silence. the july sun shimmered around McDonald's, the Colonel, a car dealership, and McDonald's again. I had a headache from the traffic, the heat, the sameness. God knows how consuelo felt. when we left the clinic, she had been unbearably exicited, xhattering about fabiano's job, about rhe money, about the layette for the baby.