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trying to be patient. “I’m hungry like you are.”
    â€œI’m tired of this,” Edna said. “I wish I’d stayed in Montana.”
    â€œThen you can go back in the morning,” I said. “I’ll buy the ticket and put you on the bus. But not till then.”
    â€œJust get on with it, Earl.” She slumped down in the seat, turning off the parking lights with one foot and the radio on with the other.
    T he mobile-home community was as big as any I’d ever seen. It was attached in some way to the plant that was lighted up behind it, because I could see a car once in a while leave one of the trailer streets, turn in the direction of the plant, then go slowly into it. Everything in the plant was white, and you could see that all the trailers were painted white and looked exactly alike. A deep hum came out of the plant, and I thought as I got closer that it wouldn’t be a location I’d ever want to work in.
    I went right to the first trailer where there was a light, and knocked on the metal door. Kids’ toys were lying in the gravel around the little wood steps, and I could hear talking on TV that suddenly went off. I heard a woman’s voice talking, and then the door opened wide.
    A large Negro woman with a wide, friendly face stood in the doorway. She smiled at me and moved forward as if she was going to come out, but she stopped at the top step. There was a little Negro boy behind her peeping out from behind her legs, watching me with his eyes half closed. The trailer had that feeling that no one else was inside, which was a feeling I knew something about.
    â€œI’m sorry to intrude,” I said. “But I’ve run up on a little bad luck tonight. My name’s Earl Middleton.”
    The woman looked at me, then out into the night toward the freeway as if what I had said was something she was going to be able to see. “What kind of bad luck?” she said, looking down at me again.
    â€œMy car broke down out on the highway,” I said. “Ican’t fix it myself, and I wondered if I could use your phone to call for help.”
    The woman smiled down at me knowingly. “We can’t live without cars, can we?”
    â€œThat’s the honest truth,” I said.
    â€œThey’re like our hearts,” she said, her face shining in the little bulb light that burned beside the door. “Where’s your car situated?”
    I turned and looked over into the dark, but I couldn’t see anything because of where we’d put it. “It’s over there,” I said. “You can’t see it in the dark.”
    â€œWho all’s with you now?” the woman said. “Have you got your wife with you?”
    â€œShe’s with my little girl and our dog in the car,” I said. “My daughter’s asleep or I would have brought them.”
    â€œThey shouldn’t be left in the dark by themselves,” the woman said and frowned. “There’s too much unsavoriness out there.”
    â€œThe best I can do is hurry back.” I tried to look sincere, since everything except Cheryl being asleep and Edna being my wife was the truth. The truth is meant to serve you if you’ll let it, and I wanted it to serve me. “I’ll pay for the phone call,” I said. “If you’ll bring the phone to the door I’ll call from right here.”
    The woman looked at me again as if she was searching for a truth of her own, then back out into the night. She was maybe in her sixties, but I couldn’t say for sure. “You’re not going to rob me, are you, Mr. Middleton?” She smiled like it was a joke between us.
    â€œNot tonight,” I said, and smiled a genuine smile. “I’m not up to it tonight. Maybe another time.”
    â€œThen I guess Terrel and I can let you use our phone with Daddy not here, can’t we, Terrel? This is my grandson, Terrel Junior, Mr.