The Car Page #2

That's not the way it works.

- I think it is.

- Debra.

Daddy, what she means is that...

well, we know it was bad

between you and Mother.

And maybe you're scared

of getting married to her again.

Well, what would you guys think

if I married Lauren?

You still like it when I cook, don't you?

Sure, as long as I don't have

to eat Brussel sprouts.

- And when I vacuum on Sundays?

- Who vacuums?

We vacuum. But you like it, don't you?

Kiddos, you guys is the best.

- Okay, then it's settled.

- This is grown up talk, huh?

I'll get on first.

Thompson, this is 402.

Good morning, Wade.

What's up?

Usual trip to school. I'm on my way in.

Wade, there's something up

at Amos Clements' place.

You might wanna check it out.

Okay.

- Where's your helmet, Daddy?

- I'll wear it twice tomorrow.

You'll bonk your head.

Do as I say, not as I do, yeah.

Hang on, turkeys.

Not so tight.

Then he drove on out

past my dynamite truck.

- I was looking out my window right at him.

- What time was it?

- Well, around 7:00.

- You're sure about that?

You betcha. Four times.

- How many times?

- Four times.

Well, are you sure, Amos?

Damn right, I'm sure.

He ran him down backwards...

then he ran forwards over him,

and he did that twice.

- Four times all together?

- Four times.

What kind of a car was he driving?

- I don't know.

- Was it foreign or domestic?

- A little of both.

- What colour?

- Grey, black, maybe.

- Sedan?

What the hell, I'm on trial here?

Station wagon? Hardtop?

Two-door? Four-door?

- I think a two-door.

- All right.

Convertible? Sunroof?

Vinyl top? Landau top?

A guy was getting ground to hamburger,

I wasn't taking notes.

- Are you sure you're all right?

- What's it to you? She's great.

What about the plate?

- I don't know.

- Did it have a plate?

- I don't know.

- Colour of the plate.

- I don't know.

- You saw it.

- I didn't seen nothing.

- Bullshit. You saw two doors.

What with all that dust in the air,

how could I tell anything for sure?

I don't know. Damn it, I don't know.

What do you mean, for sure?

Well...

maybe the top...

was squeezed down low.

There was no plate.

Wade, Luke.

Wade, you'd better get on the

phone and call the Daigler County Seat...

in case he crossed the line.

Sling the net.

We've got a crazy on our hands.

I'll crank it up.

Chas, quit playing sheriff

and go back to what you people do best?

If I do, white eyes, you're gonna

be in heap big trouble...

'cause I'm gonna track you down

and shoot an arrow straight up your ass.

We got an APB out on it.

Yeah? Okay, thanks.

John Morris. A veteran.

Twenty-four, UCLA.

Residence, Snedens Landing,

the Palisades, New York.

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