High pressure all the way out to the mountains.”

“Is that right?”

“Dry roads.

We’ll be over the pass before the plows are even out.” He held out half of it.

“You want some?”

“I’m all right.”

I opened the trash to knock the coffee grounds out of the filter, and there was the legal pad sheet, wadded once and then flattened by something heavy set down on top of it.

The pen marks had come through the paper like a rubbing.