‘Oh,’ she said. ‘Well, I don’t think you can drive there. I’m sorry.’
I had to go out to the car to think what to do next. The air was growing cool. The river insisted more loudly in the warm air. I admitted to myself how thin the limb I stood on was. She had been gone for hours and hours now. It would be cruel to do that and not call, and she wasn’t cruel. I started to panic again, struggling to get mouthfuls of air. When we first got together, I had become preoccupied with gas leaks and radon and falling air conditioners. My good fortune was impossible and I expected it to be taken away. A small, evil voice in the back of my head now said, You see?
I decided to go back in and call hospitals. Something to do. And then I would see if somebody could take me to the cabins tomorrow. I could
