He liked her for not chattering once she’d said her piece. He was not much of a talker, himself. It had been a long time since he’d really talked to anybody. The occasional hitchhiker, but hitchhikers were different, lately. No more grinning hippies, who might roll a friendly joint out of their backpacks. Lately, almost every rider he’d picked up had been some poor bastard looking for work, with tired hungry eyes and a sob story as long as your arm.