Chapter Two
On his way back from the lake, Vic stopped at a little plaza near the beer store. He went into the little convenience store that was run by an old Chinese couple, and their grown-up children. There was an old man buying lottery tickets in front of Vic in line. The old man was rummaging through his bill fold and pockets looking for exact change.
“Excuse me sir,” Vic said, “You have a thing in your hair.” The man had a neatly trimmed hair cut with a small bit from a coniferous tree dangling from his hair. The man turned around.
“Pardon me?” he said.
“You have some pine needles in your hair,” Vic said as the old man slowly made cognizance of the statement. The old man reached for his hair languidly, finding the needles then examined them in his hand. The man said something inc
