“Did you ever think I was a boy?” I asked him. “I mean when you stopped for me on the road that first time?” “No, I never did,” he said. “I should have, I guess. You were almost bald and wearing filthy, ill-fitting clothes that could have been a man’s. But when I first saw you in the headlights, I thought, ‘What a lovely, elfin little girl. What in hell is she doing out here by herself?’ ”
