“What’s the matter?” LaFern asked, with some concern in her voice.
“Never mind,” replied Shari, shaking her head. “That’s just what he does.”
I took 49 frames, but, as is so often the case, the first shot was the best. (You can click on it to make it larger.)
An unwelcome message
Moments later, my phone gave a chime, followed by a robot lady, who toned, “You have a text message from Lila Steinhoff.” There was a pause while she interpreted Lilaese, then, “I am just sick. Ginsberg died.”
“Crap” is all I could say.
We continued on down to Advance where the El Mexicano restaurant had more cars and people than I had ever seen before. We elected for carryout.
We killed time waiting for our order by driving around Advance, a town that was almost as dark as my mood.