“I’m fine. Really. I’m fine.”
“Right,” Blake said slowly, “and that’s why you’ve been sitting here for the past fifteen minutes?”
“I’m fine.”
“Then get out of the car.”
Edwin stared at his hands. “I don’t think I can.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t think I can pry my fingers off the wheel.”
“Would you like me to help?”
Edwin shook his head. Blake was a big guy, and Edwin was a little afraid that his way of helping would include bodily lifting Edwin out of the Spider.
“Why don’t you just try one hand?”
Edwin shook his head again.
“A finger?”
“You can go back inside. I’m fine.”
Blake paused before saying, “No, I can’t do that. Cathy is watching from the window, and she’s worried about you. You look like s**t, man.”
Edwin wasn’t surprised by his neighbor’s assessment. He still wasn’t sure
