II“JOHN, I FOUND YOU BECAUSE I drove out that way. I just got a sense that I was needed out there, so I got in my beater truck and drove. Fortunately, you weren’t too far off what passes for roads around here. And I got there at the right time.” I took another sip of my lemonade and sat back in my own curved bentwood caboose chair. The dishes had been cleared from the round, four-legged table and we were now exchanging answers to the other’s questions.
The rest of the tables and long bar of that saloon were empty of customers. My friend Hami, one of the owners of this old wood building, was in back cleaning up our dishes, with a typical quiet clatter. We had the long room to ourselves from the glass front windows back to the staircase.
“But Rochelle, we had just arrived a minute before t
