They can just sit and talk, face to face, and say true things, and I have always envied it.

We got there too, Del and I.

We just had to take the long way, through a truck.

Chapter 6 — Trudy’s Table

Trudy started feeding me sometime that winter, and I did not understand at first what a serious thing that was.

Del’s wife was a small sharp woman who’d taken my measure in about four seconds the first time Del brought me in from the garage for coffee, and had apparently decided I would do.