“I crawled in there with her. Somebody finally handed me a blanket in through the window and I wrapped her up in that. Wasn’t a mark on her nowhere but her neck was broke. She just looked like she was asleep.” He saw her wiping at her nose and he hushed. The wind had picked up again and it had turned cooler. He began to wish that he hadn’t told her because he didn’t want her to feel sorry for him. They sat there for a long time with neither of them saying anything. She leaned over and put the cigarette out, rattled the ashtray. When she got up he thought maybe she was going back into the house
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