He hears something strike the table. Now Artie is throwing whatever it is back. The feel of these men closed in around him is the vast unspeakable, actual truth. He drinks from his replenished coffee, keeping his jaws and throat and chest in that position that signals gentleness, that signals surrender. The howls of the engines in these old rigs seems they could rip your ears out.
Forest has to shout.
Eli looks at Forest s hands working the shifts. The tranny hump bristles with the shifts. Forest lowers the wing, raises the wing. There s uphills. There s downhills.