He reaches into a day-old Dunkin Donuts box. Fran-swa still nowhere to be found. An angry voice splits the air. Sam explodes like a pack of Chinese firecrackers. The lights flicker and die.
Someone lights a kerosene heater.
Mr. Troofoa appears in the glow. Everybody go home. It's a wrap. I went outside, totally confused until I saw the source of his chagrin. The utility truck had snapped a brake cable, rolled down a hill and overturned in a ditch.