“I remember that storm,” Cooter says. He’s got a little wire of excitement in his voice at the idea of actually being in on the story. “Cooter, you was still shitting yellow back then,” Ben says, “if you was drawing breath at all.” He breaks the yolks with his spatula so the eggs fry up hard. To get eggs like this in a truck stop, you say to the lady, Turn ’em over and step on ’em. “Well, I remember one like it,” Cooter says. “Hell, we all remember one like it,” Shug says.
