He glanced to indicate the grave she had visited. Her hair smelled like night air, like that of a child who plays outdoors until dark. No, it was just a way to get my nerve up to kiss you. I wondered if the dead guy ever thought about dying. Ever thought about all the life he was missing, sitting in his office dying.
Most people never snap out of it.
When they arrived back at the dealership her new Cruiser was parked outside the front entrance, washed and toweled to a fine gleam. He went inside for her keys, took a few things from his desk, and told the sales manager he'd ride with her for a quick shakedown spin and be right back. The next day, Spence called the sales manager from a truck stop on I-40 somewhere west of Amarillo. His boss chewed him mercilessly for letting the company down during the busy season. What a bunch of high-school crap.