‘Are you hungry?’ I said.
‘God, yes. I would have sent somebody out to get me a burger just about now if we hadn’t been raided.’
The lights of a town showed at the foot of a dark ridge. It was nearly eleven o’clock and I doubted we could get a hot meal, but if there was a gas station nearby they might have something. One of those menacing piles of sandwiches wrapped in plastic. I turned off the highway and we bumped over the seams and cracks of a smaller road, down to an intersection where a red light blinked for the benefit of no one but us.
‘There’s a Sunoco,’ I said.
I filled the tank. Max stayed in the car. It was colder outside the city, and I wished I had a scarf. The wind carried the river with it. I paid inside at the register, counting the money in my wallet: it might be enoug
