He parked and waited until 7 p.m. He had considered calling Debra, but didn’t want to reach John and get her into trouble with him for having talked to him. He glanced down the street towards her space and didn’t see John’s truck there. He wanted to get back to Roy as soon as possible. He decided to walk up to Debra’s now, rather than wait the additional half hour for John to leave. Besides, it looked like Debra’s husband had already gone to work. He walked up to the trailer door and knocked. At the same time the door opened, a man walked from around the back of the trailer. Both Debra at the door and John from the corner of the trailer said “Hello?” at the same time. “Uh, sorry, I thought maybe…” he said to Debra, unsure how to finish. Her face looked crestfallen. John couldn’t see her from where he stood, and she tried to get Steven to leave by silently waving her hand at the wrist, like she was shooing away a bug. She mouthed the word, “go!” Or maybe it was “no!”
