Duke sat alone in his red Camaro staring at his hands on the wheel: they suddenly looked very different in the bright sunlight than he had remembered them looking the day before. He raised each finger independently, watched as – one by one – his extended fingers pointed skyward.
He'd been sitting in Crystal's driveway for more than ten minutes when the door to her house finally opened. Amber came out and approached his window. She stood watching him as he sat staring at his hands and extending his fingers, so she knelt down and knocked gently on the glass.
“Duke? Are you okay?" he heard Amber say from the other side of his window. He thought about rolling it down to answer her question, then realized the foolishness of what he was doing and opened the door and got out.
“I do these exerc
