minisubdivision

— That morning Liam made three wrong turns, one that ended on a shaky dock built of oiled piling and worm-eaten planks jutting over the road, one that ended in a minisubdivision of six two-story houses on a perfect circle, all with identical blue vinyl siding, green asphault shingles, and rooster weather vanes, and a third that would have taken him twenty-five miles south to the small air force base at the end of the road.