The driver was a rough, good-looking white man about fifty or so. The headlights on a red pick-up truck nearly blinded me as it came closer and closer and finally halted to a screeching stop. 'Where in the fuck is he?' I thought to myself.īefore I could answer my own question, I heard the swift, crunching sound of tires on gravel. I was as nervous as a whore in church - not to mention the fact that I didn't have any change to use the beat-up looking payphone right outside the station. In fact, there was no one at the station other than me. I looked for Matt but he was nowhere to be seen. My bus arrived exactly as scheduled - 9:00 p.m. Matt was to pick me up at the town's Greyhound station later that evening.
I would've gone with him but I had a late afternoon class that I couldn't miss. His mother had called the night before and wanted him to drive her to a nearby town to visit his grandmother who had suddenly become ill. Matt headed for home that humid, Friday morning.
