"It's about the only thing here that does," he agrees.
Maybe that doubt was what had her such a skinny thing; maybe she was like him, slipping in late and scavenging what was left, and she was waiting a little too long to get at it. Maybe there's a kind of vanity that goes with wearing a wig in a closed canyon. She wouldn't be the only one, he's seen ladies in fairy-tale gowns sewing up the hems when there's crops to tend and animals to feed.
There's time in the day for both, he imagines, earthquakes notwithstanding.
They walk a time in silence, whatever weighs on her starting to weigh on them both. He doesn't know what he's supposed to say: with Parker he never had to say anything, just put him in the passenger seat and drive until he came back from wherever his head went. Food was usually part of that too. Instead, when it sits heavy enough, he just says the first thing in his head: "You're not doing real great here, are you."
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Maybe that doubt was what had her such a skinny thing; maybe she was like him, slipping in late and scavenging what was left, and she was waiting a little too long to get at it. Maybe there's a kind of vanity that goes with wearing a wig in a closed canyon. She wouldn't be the only one, he's seen ladies in fairy-tale gowns sewing up the hems when there's crops to tend and animals to feed.
There's time in the day for both, he imagines, earthquakes notwithstanding.
They walk a time in silence, whatever weighs on her starting to weigh on them both. He doesn't know what he's supposed to say: with Parker he never had to say anything, just put him in the passenger seat and drive until he came back from wherever his head went. Food was usually part of that too. Instead, when it sits heavy enough, he just says the first thing in his head: "You're not doing real great here, are you."