“So basically I said, screw it,” Billy says. “I fired up the Pirate and drove down to find her. And can I tell you something—sorry, man, what …” “Henry,” I say. “Or—Hank.” “Hank,” says Sandy, as if she was the one who asked. “I like that. Crazy part is, I was all packed. I was waiting for him.” “You fucking believe it? She was waiting for me. Says she knew I’d be coming to find her.” “I did,” she says, nods firmly, a mild drunk smile in her eyes. “I just knew.”
