He is just weak.”

I got into the passenger side of Arthur’s sedan and pulled the door shut.

Arthur had the engine running and the heat on and his hands folded on the wheel.

Brenda came up to the window and stood there with the folder hugged against her chest.

“Friday,” I said.

She nodded once and stepped back.

Arthur pulled out onto Route 4 and didn’t turn the radio on.

We went a mile like that, past the tire place, past the little strip mall with two empty stores.