“I do.

But I’m going to drink a decent cup of coffee first, and you’re going to eat something, because you’ve gone gray in the face and it’s been going on for days.”

“I’ll be over in a minute.”

He walked to the office, and the glass door swung shut behind him.

I sat with the window down and the lot lights clicking on across the pavement, and I pressed the heel of my hand into my eye socket until I saw color.

Then I blew my nose on a napkin from Arthur’s glove box and put it in my pocket because there was nowhere else to put it.