He looked back down the road, afraid of the man suddenly, and afraid someone would see them talking. "No sir," he said, "I'll just take the bus."
Mr. Packard nodded and rolled the window up and was on his way.
Train walked up the road into the Cadillac's exhaust. He was thirsty and tired, and he hadn't eaten since five that morning. Hadn't felt like food once and still didn't. But he let himself think then about how it would be riding home in the Cadillac, getting out in front of the house with 50 dollars in his pocket.