She nodded, like that was a perfectly reasonable answer, and she walked back to the bumper.
Her dress had gone dark between her shoulder blades. She moved her handbag from one arm to the other. Once she put two fingers on the trunk lid to steady herself, and she took them right back off, because the metal was too hot to touch.
I saw that. I will see it for the rest of my life.
In the mirror I could see him behind his windshield. He had the yellow paper propped against the steering wheel and he was taking a picture of it with his phone. Then he was typing with his thumbs. Then he grinned at whatever came back.
He was sending it to somebody. He was making a joke of her.
