Chapter 10: Plus One
May 29, 20—
7:21 P.M.
I hadn’t expected company at the salt box on Pod Street. There was a forest green Dakota truck parked in my asphalt drive when I returned home from an hour-workout at Mike Muscle’s Gym. A man sat behind the Dakota’s steering wheel with his head leaned back, but I couldn’t make out exactly who it was. Sweaty, salty, and not in any condition to visit the stranger because of an exhausting workout, I climbed out of my Volvo, walked up to the passenger side door of the truck, looked inside, and saw the grinning ginger napping. A few taps on the window’s glass stirred him awake. After a jump of immediate fear and turning his red head in my direction, he bloomed with an intoxicating smile, excited to see me.
I smiled back. Good people usually do. He
