The right thing to do. Had to give ’em that stuff, and if they read it right, give ’em more. But no sense in tellin’ too much, and never tell how little you really know. Past the gas stations in Wellfleet… fog gettin’ thick… Hunch forward. Always good to hunch forward, get closer to the windshield, easier on the eyes. Night drivin’ got harder and harder…. Had to get home and study the list. Get old, need to make lists. Otherwise, forget your asshole if it wasn’t drilled in. Fog so thick, couldn’t even see what Indiana Jones was doin’ on the drive-in screen. There was a guy you could use. Archaeologist with a bullwhip. Show him the list. Let him figure what Tom Hilyard meant by “The book of history will set us free from the evil that bricks us up.” Fog even thicker… No matter. Don’t give a damn about strip malls and motels in Eastham…. Should slow down, but the nitwit on your tail, why don’t he pass? Comin’ up on the rotary now. Not many brake lights.
