We're operating on one car, now that K's car is en route to Alaska. He took the truck this morning to work on out-processing at the base, and dropped Bug off on his way out.
Not too long after they left, the phone rings. It's K. I can't remember precisely how the conversation went, but he wanted to tell me that Bug said "I love you, Daddy" to him before he left Mary's. And Mary was a witness to it, so I could ask her if I didn't believe him.
And then his heart oozed through the receiver and fell into a globby puddle on the floor in front of me.
