I couldn't sleep, so I found the car. I just wanted to get
out of there."
"Get moving," she said. "I know it's easy to say--but it might be it's
for the best. People do go in different directions."
"Maybe," Will said. "Maybe she'll marry one of those rich guys and live
happily ever after."
The sky outside the window had turned from black to light gray.
"Getting light." He left a ten dollar bill on the counter. "Thanks for
the company."
"You stop in next time by, you hear?"
"O.K. What's your name?"
"Lee."
"O.K., Lee. I'll do that. I'm Will. Take it easy."
The car started right up, that was one good thing. He drove off,
adjusting the rear view mirror, catching a glimpse of the diner before
he went around a curve. He and Heidi had made a whole, and now she was
gone. He drove, and, as the daylight grew stronger, he thought about
the diner--that little room of light in the dark, Lee, and the man
talking about his box. That was something you could hang on to.
Guayaquil
At the sound of wooden blocks struck together, Arthur adjusted his
sitting position and emptied his mind. The echo diminished to a memory
and changed to a tree. A palm tree. Not this again. An expanse of empty
beach curved to a familiar headland. Sometimes his grandmother would
appear, coming toward him on her fitness walk, legs moving quickly,
scarcely bending at the knees, like the birds that chased and retreated
at the water's edge.
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