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“What the hell was that all about?” Harlan asked.
Adam waited until they got out of sight of Doreen’s house, but he couldn’t wait any longer. “Pull over,” he said.
Harlan edged the pickup onto the narrow shoulder with a jerky stop. Adam stumbled out of the truck and made it a few feet from the front tires before falling to his knees and vomiting his crappy diner breakfast. Even worse the second time. When the heaving stopped, he noticed he had one hand and knee on gravel and one on asphalt. He wondered which would feel more restful against his cheek. A couple of paper towels and a bottle of water swam into his peripheral vision.
“Thanks,” Adam said. He sat on his heels and poured a little water on the towels before wiping his face, then took a few swigs to swish and spit. He felt be
