and, two, maybe three seconds after she faded into the night, into the rest of her life, I said it back, that I loved her too. And then I went on about how she was my best friend, how if she hadn’t been there when my dad died, I probably wouldn’t be here now, how she was the best thing to ever happen to me, to Lamesa, and I blubbered on and on, finally just sputtering and sobbing in my chickenwire burrito.
